Saturday, October 17, 2009

It's been a long time since I featured a post written by my friend One Foot In the Grave. This one came in, and it got me to thinking about how much our world has changed from the basically subsistence lifestyle that was common in Nebraska only a generation ago.

So here it is... One Foot In The Grave

The memories we collect and give brighten our lives as long as we live.

Life's heaviest burden is to have nothing to carry.

It is possible that I am so busy doing that I no longer have time to enjoy being.

Stay is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.


It is that time of year when we pull our cucumbers, and tomatoes vines. A few years ago I thought I would surprise our family and serve tomatoes that I had grown for Thanksgiving dinner.

Thanksgiving came and the tomatoes were perfect. We sat down to eat and to my surprise no one paid any attention to the tomatoes. So I asked if they were surprised to have tomatoes?

They all looked at me like I was crazy. Then the oldest Granddaughter said, Grandma we have tomatoes in our school lunch all the time. Then some one else said, they are on the salad bar of most caf├ęs year around. What's the big deal?

OH MY. Then I explained that when I was growing up we only had tomatoes from the garden. Our Mothers canned tomatoes and made catsup and juice, and when those were ate up in the winter time we had to wait until they grew in the garden again. Grocery stores did not sell fresh vegetables. They always had canned vegetable in my time. My Mom never bought vegetables, she canned her own.

So they were really special. I never raised a real garden or canned. I was 10 years old when we moved and we didn't have a garden after that. So I never learned to can. So I played baseball and went swimming with the children.

Now I am wondering when we got our first gas powered lawn mower? I'm guess some time in the 80's. I put on my swim suit and pushed that old lawn mower it was kind of fun. We didn't have all that much grass, the back yard was a baseball diamond. For a birthday several years ago Jan gave me what looked like a brand new push mower. It hangs in the garage with some of our other memories.

Do you have a canning story or lawn story to tell someone?

We like the gas powered mower.

Jokes

Why do the they report power outages on TV?

Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot them?

Shouldn't there be a shorter word for monosyllabic?

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoy One Foot In The Grave's writing as much as I do. The coffee is always on.

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