d it was like it knew not to grow anymore. The turtle doves have been hiding in the yard like they know I wont let anyone shoot at them in my yard. That is getting to be a bigger battle to win tho , Our grandsons are growing up and their BB guns a®e handy at all times. We have a rule, both spoken(quite loudly) and unspoken that if any thing is in Grandmas yard we dont kill it, cause that is not fair to the critter. Well the little poops wait till it is in their yard and then, oh crap! it is fair game. The next rule is if you kill it you clean it and you eat it!!! That one is slipping too. Who wants a snake or a bug or a tick or, or, or? I used to eat squirrel when I was a kid, and my Mama could fix it and make it taste so good it makes me salivate just thinking about it. If only I could walk, I would take my grandsons to the timber and we would come back with a mess. I used to go with my Daddy and then we would skin em up and clean em up and put em in cold water to soak and then the next thing we would smell them boogers when we carried the milk up from the barn. Mom would have a roaster pan full of smothered squirrel, a big old bowl of little taters cooked with their jackets on and home made cottage cheese that we got to eat with sugar on it if we wanted, and who didnt want? Sometimes she would have butter beans or squash in the oven with the meat, and if at all possible we would have a bowl of sliced tomatoes and cornbread or fresh baked bread. I am tellin you, my mama could make it happen and while she fed us at the big old round oak table she had the milk straining in the strainer so dad could put it in the cream cans and get it in the cold well water to keep it till the milk man got there to pick it up in the morning with what Dad milked before he got there. There would be water on the cook stove heating a bit and she would bathe us all on the back porch in some good old soapy water and get our jamies on us or sometimes we put on clean clothes and Dad and Mom would take us to town in a nice cool drive for an ice cream cone. They cost a nickel you know and we only needed one cause if we ate too many we would get a tummy ache and not sleep well. If it was really hot outside and our house was too hot Mom would take us out in the yard and we would go to sleep on a big old quilt on the ground. I can remember her telling us about what it was like when she was a little girl. Usually it was a story about how deep the snow would gt in the winter and Grandpa would have to bring the old horse to school to get her and her two sisters. Was that some psychology she used on us or not? How in the world did I get off on the †angent jut cause it feels like winter tonight? Oh, by the way, there is a nice fire in the woodstove tonight. It really feels good. Goodnight my friends.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 05:35:57 +0000
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