Friday, March 25, 2011

Flashbacks

For the past two weeks I've been on a kick of eating low-fat cottage cheese with chives....Each morning I make up a little container and have it for lunch with a few chips and a piece of fruit. Each time I take out my kitchen shears to cut the chives (store-bought in winter), I fly back in time to my childhood when Mum and I would go to the back yard with her kitchen shears, and we would cut bunches of chives to use in cooking or salads. We would go down the cellar stairs, and out the back door where abundant chives grew next to the pile where we dumped the ashes from the coal furnace. (These memories are from what we've always called "the old house," where I lived from birth until age 15 - it was on the north side of the farm. "The new house," on the south side of our farm, became home when I was 15). As my memories took me down those stairs again, I also could catch a whiff of the jelly bag which always hung off the banister as the juice of Nana's concord grapes drained into a huge pot, that juice later to be used for the most heavenly jelly, a taste none of us has ever duplicated. Those memories are so precious to me. On the way across the cellar to the back door, we would pass the wringer washing machine where Mum would wash all our clothes, and also where, more than once, her arm got pulled through the wringer. She was one hardy woman. Just sharing my stream of consciousness with you, as it happened on Monday morning this week!
Last week as we continued Spring clean-up at LM's, we were thrilled to see our chive patch thriving.
PS....Debbie, LM loves your thoughts about the donkey barn in HIS back yard. I think 2 donkeys would be great. They are permitted in that area of town as it is zoned agricultural.....mini-horses live across the street and there are many geese, too. he also says, "dream on girl." LOL

Have a nice weekend everyone!

6 comments:

Kittie Howard said...

Your memories took me down Memory Lane. It's nice how certain scents trigger tucked away Kodak memories, things that happened. I especially liked the grapes dripping. You described all of this so beautifully, Kitty. Really, really nice! Have a great weekend. (And don't push that shoulder!)

One Woman's Journey said...

Memories - I have started a patch of chives and oh my grape jelly at the old farm house was wonderful.

Retired English Teacher said...

I love those memories. They are precious. It seems that was such a simple time then, doesn't it?

Beverly said...

I do not have those food memories...but, when you mentioned the wringer washer....my grandmother had one too. You turned the handle and the clothes went between two rollers!!!! Makes me smile...

Happy Days said...

Well! Tell LM that if he REALLY LOVED YOU, he'd let you have 2 little donkeys, and of course you would say this with yor bottom lip hanging, batting your lashed at him....2 donkeys huh??? Amazing....
I can smell the jelly. Almost can taste the jelly...great post!!...debbie

judemiller1 said...

It seems strange to me that a "brain" memory can also conjur up a smell--I can smell the dampness of Grandma's cellar and the smell of potatoes stored in the bin down there. We had such good times when we were kids--our grandkids will never have these kinds of memories.