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Directions:When I was between ten and 16 years of age, I spent two weeks or more with Grandad and Grandmother Weese every Summer that I could - it was a big dose of Self-Esteem and Spoiling; it was as if I was the only child on earth and it made me feel special. A particular memory was going to town to the grocery store. Grandmother would buy Flour and Sugar and little else ... how could we eat on just that? Well, Grandad grew vegetables and fruit in his garden and fruit on the trees on their farm - they would can or freeze the bounty and eat off of it all year. Greens, Okra, Corn, Beans, Strawberries, Peaches ... and much more. We also would stop by their friends farms and Grandad would talk to someone about a job he was doing for them and these were Pig farms or they had Turkeys or Chickens and from there he got their fowl or meat ... and they would have beef in the freezer from another job he had done. I loved waking in the morning to Grandad's tap on the door at about 6 am - he would say, "I let you sleep in ... the hog futures report will be on the radio in a minute and breakfast is ready". Breakfast was always a feast. With biscuits, eggs, toast, homemade jams, peaches or strawberries and Grandad's wheat kernels he would soak and then boil for cereal and drizzle with molasses. They had a hearty farm breakfast because it would be worked off by noon. |
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