For many summers I would go and spend them at my Grandparents house. I always had a good time with them and with the farmer's family across the street.
I have been thinking about those summers alot lately. My Grandfather and the farmer (Corky) have both passed away. My Granny is with us still. And the farmer's daughter (Randi) and I have finally re-connected after so many years.
Here are some of my favorite memories:
- My Grandaddy's garden-he grew glads, strawberries, peppers, potatoes, corn, watermelon, tomatoes, green beans, and there are some others. There is nothing like a fresh tomatoe sandwhich in the summer. And I love seeing his glads as the flowers on the altar at his little country church
- My Granny roasting bannana peppers on skewers on her gas stove. She damn near caught herself on fire once. But the peppers were roasted.
- Running through the tobacco fields with Randi, when we knew we were not supposed to but heck we were kids.
- Washing tubs and tubs of green peppers for Corky. We had a blast.
- Shucking corn
- Going into town to get groceries or shop or even to see Granny at work.
- Visiting with my cousins
- Riding the ferry and going to Jamestown
- waking up and hearing nothing but the sounds of nature...and the occassional tractor
- playing on the freshly tarred country road
You ask me why I am remembering this stuff today??? Well I am eating a BLT with a store bought tomatoe and it just is not as good as my Grandaddy's maters!!!!
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