This morning I got up and went to the farmers market. As I walked from stand to stand looking at all the garden fresh produce I was reminded of my childhood. As a child my mother and grandmother would plant a huge garden. I remember griping and complaining when I had to get up early and go to the garden to gather the produce to be canned. We would spend the whole day breaking beans, shucking corn, or shelling peas to be canned. I hated it . The worse chore of all was digging up the potatoes. My granddaddy planted a huge potato crop and we spent the whole day in the dirt picking up potatoes. The only reward we got was we would get to go swimming in the creek afterwards. That would be so refreshing after a hot day in the sun and dirt. I also can remember one summer day that we gathered cabbage heads and made over 100 jars of sour kraut. We also canned vegetable soup, beans, corn, peas, tomato juice, stewed tomatoes, pickles, jellies, jams, and relishes. What I would give to have those days back.
Now as my grandparents are passed on and my mom is down in her back we no longer have a garden. Now I have to resort to going to the farmers market and pay $4.00 for a small mess of green beans. I have thought about the good ole days I spent working in the garden with my mom and grandma. Those are days I will cherish always. I learned so much from them. I learned to work hard and enjoy the simple things in life. I also learned to cook like a good ole southern county girl. I can make the best biscuits ever. I learned standing beside my granny and watched as she mixed the dough and patted them out, she would let me cut them out and put them in the pan. Later she taught me how to make biscuits just like her and mom.
It is funny how things can trigger our memories. My granny has been dead for 12 years and I still remember her like it was yesterday. I pray that I will be an example to my children and grandchildren, and teach them about the important things in life, like God and family.