Thursday, October 26, 2017

Day 314 Cookie Jar Sweet Memories IV


Day 314

 

 

Big Vegetable Gardens---the “old” house,

in Tennessee & in New Hanover

 

 

When I was a lad, my old man had four garden plots around our house; he added another.

He “enjoyed” playing “farmer”, I reckon; I did not enjoy playing the farmer’s “son”.

Time passed and the gardens went away; I swore off gardening. Then, little Rachel Rebecca came along and asked “Daddy” if we couldn’t have a vegetable garden. I bought a tiller.

She sure enough worked her little bones off helping with the chores; we made a good team.

Our little town, a mile from our house, held an annual Octoberfest. Little Becky rented a “booth”-spot from the people in charge and sold pumpkins and luffa at the event. Made some handsome Christmas money and spent it all on gifts for the family.

Back yonder in my childhood, Dad once had 300 tomato plants on a plot at my grandparent’s farm. One hot summer day he dropped me off with Poppy and Grandma to “hoe” the plants! Wow! Another time, he had 3 ½ acres of sweet corn; yeah, I got to help plant that, too.

We sold some of his “prized” vegetables pulling them around our little town in our Radio-Flyer red wagon getting 10¢/lb. for tomatoes, 25¢ each for a watermelon or cantaloupe and an outrageous price of a dime for 3-ears of sweet corn. The patrons might not have complained so vociferously if they had slaved and sweated growing the delectable morsels. Hmm!

The lessons were good training for a Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Recalcitrant-scoundrel!---(me).

Maybe if he had caught me more often and loosed the bite of his leather belt?---Well! Hmm!

Hopefully, after 7-decades, maybe I still have a slim-chance to amount to something. Hmm!?

I sure enough reckon that I do believe in: Miracles! Lord! Just one more chance? Please!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar sweet “Eat your vegies!” Memories!

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