This week’s block of the Grandma’s Kitchen series by Pat Sloan is called Small Change and the memories associated with what used to be called, ‘pocket change.’
The only time I remember having money when I was a little girl was when we went to Sunday School and church. As my aunt and uncle were farmers, actual money was not something we had a lot. Each Sunday we would load up and go to Indian Creek Baptist Church on Pinecrest Ridge and my aunt would give me a few pennies to drop in the collection plate when it was passed around. It made me feel very important to think that my pennies were helping the church.
Thanks for visiting with me and reading some of my memories.
This week’s block in the Grandma’s Kitchen by Pat Sloan is called Game Show & Soaps to bring up past memories. Here are some of mine:
Mammaw Cooper did not have a television set but her favorite show was the Wide World of Wrestling that came on Saturday afternoons at 2:00. It was broadcast live from the WBIR station out of Knoxville. Saturdays would find Mammaw walking across the field to my aunt’s house where everyone would gather to watch the wrestling and cheer on their favorite. This was not a quiet affair as tensions developed and everyone rooted for the good versus evil, especially if it was a tag team bout. With names like Sam Steamboat, Chief White Cloud, Gentleman Dan, and many others it was a show to be talked about the rest of the week.
Ma Neal had a television purchased for them by their children. The antenna was mounted in a tree up the hill from the house and if you turned it just right it would pick up both of the Knoxville channels. The shows they liked to watch were the Cas Walker Farm and Home Hour (a very young Dolly Partin was a regular guest on his show) that came on every morning at 6:00 and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom with Marlon Perkins on Sunday afternoons.
I do not remember any game shows or soaps watched at that time but television did not play the role then as it does now. The radio was on for the local news and you could listen to it and continue to work without interruptions.
It is funny that we had a good variety of shows to watch with only two channels back then. Now we have hundreds of channel and nothing good to watch.
Thanks for reading more of my memories of the ‘good ol’ days’.
Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen block of the week #14 is called Salt & Pepper. No, I am not an overachiever. I just cannot make up my mind with color choices so I decided to make three blocks with different colors and because I like this block. 🙂
Our story this week is about salt and pepper shakers. My Mammaw always seasoned food while it was cooking and I cannot remember having shakers on the table at meal time. My aunt had a set of wooden shakers in the shape of chubby chefs. On one was painted the name ‘Salty’ and the other one, you guessed it, was ‘Peppy’. I thought these were the neatest things ever. They were kept on a little shelf over the stove and were NEVER used. The only time they were touched was for cleaning.
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Block #13 of the Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge by Pat Sloan is called Sunday Dinner. In addition to the block, followers share memories.
My memories of Sunday dinners are very pleasant. At my aunt’s house we usually had what she called a table full of people and the noon meal was called dinner. It was the main meal of the day. The evening meal was supper.
When we had fried chicken we got them from the hen house and not from the grocery. Roosters and hens that no longer produced eggs were what was chosen to grace the table. Some of the food served was a huge pot of chicken and dumplings, ham, pork roasts, meat loaf, deer roasts, or fried rabbit. A variety of vegetables were served, fresh from the garden in the summer or canned vegetables we ‘put up’ from the garden in the winter. We always had a big pot of pinto beans, corn bread, and a type of pickle relish called chow chow.
My Pappaw really enjoyed the Sunday dinners and he would walk across the field to join us. My aunt would say, “He is the first one to the table and the last one to leave.”
My mother also had big Sunday dinners at Ma Neal’s house. At Ma’s house the men were always served first. Mother often said that she was twelve years old before she knew that a chicken had more parts that a wing or a back. 🙂
Block #11 of Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Blocks is called Peppermint Swirls and the corresponding memory is for candy dishes. Mammaw Cooper kept a candy dish but instead of candy it was filled with buttons. She wasn’t one that had a sweet tooth but often we would have a fruit cobbler or pie for Sunday dinner. Sometimes we even had a yellow cake with chocolate icing.
Block #12 is called Kitchen Door. My memories of the kitchen door was from my Aunt Monnie’s house. She had a wooden door with windows and it was called the back door. It led out of the kitchen to the back porch. The cistern that held the our water was located at the left of the porch and the porch was built up to the cistern so we could draw the water without going into the yard. This was very handy if it was raining or icy. Our garden was located only a short distance from the back porch so when we gathered vegetables they were carried to the porch and readied for the kitchen. This system could not have worked any better if it was designed by a time management expert.
My aunt told me that when it came time to name any of my children to stand on the porch and yell out the potential name about 10 times at the top of my lungs. If the name rolled out easily, that would be a good name for the child. Her logic was that you would be yelling that name a lot and it should be easy to ‘holler’. I just shared this little story with my daughter-in-law while she was hosting us during our hurricane evacuation. Unfortunately, now the parents call the kids in with cell phone….I miss the old days. 🙂
This week’s Grandma’s Kitchen block of the week by Pat Sloan is called Recipe Box and our stories are supposed to reflect that subject. I do not recall either Mammaw Cooper or Ma Neal ever using a written recipe but I still consider them two of the best cooks. Our meals consisted of things we grew or items we traded for.
I remember big bowls of gravy served with hot biscuits and fresh eggs gathered the previous day for breakfast. Dinner (served around noon) was usually the biggest meal of the day. We always had some kind of potatoes, either fried, mashed, or baked and a big pot of pinto beans and cornbread with freshly churned butter. Other vegetables would be whatever was ready in the garden. It could be corn, green beans, cole slaw, cooked cabbage, sliced tomatoes or a number of other vegetables. Lunch preparation was started as soon as breakfast was over because it took a few hours to cook pinto beans, green beans, soups or stews.
Supper was the last meal of the day and it was usually leftovers or a pot of homemade soup. There was no snacking or fast food between meals or after supper was served but I don’t remember ever being hungry. In the winter we ate stuff we canned or put up during the summer. For meat we killed a couple of hogs in the winter and we had chickens that had quit laying eggs or roosters. Each time I make chicken and dumplings or fried chicken I think about how lucky I am now that I can get chicken from the store instead of the hen house. 🙂
Thanks for visiting and reading about the ‘olden days.’
Here is my version of Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge block of the week. This week’s block is called The Kitchen Window. Again, we are to share a story in regard to the block title of the week. Here is mine:
My Mammaw did not have built-in kitchen cabinets in her kitchen. As a matter of fact, she didn’t have a sink. She had a metal topped table that held the water bucket and, when it was time to do dishes, her dish washing pan. Her window was a regular, full length window and the work table was beside the window. She used the window for additional light in the kitchen, as a way to get ventilation, and to keep an eye on us kids. She could spot us getting into something and instantly the window would fly open and she would yell at us. We never could figure out how she looked at us all the time and managed to get anything else done in the house, but she sure did.
During the winter she would crack the window a little every time she cooked to let some of the heat out of the kitchen as she did all her cooking on a wood stove.
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Block #8 of Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen BOW is called Grandma’s Apron. My story about mammaw’s apron is probably the same as everyone…these were not clothing accessories. They were a much used and necessary tool. The apron was put on every morning immediately on top of the everyday dress and not taken off until bedtime. It was full-skirted with gathers around the waist, ties for tying in the back, and big pockets. Mammaw’s dresses came to her ankles and the apron reached from the waist to the bottom of her dress. She always kept a ‘better’ apron hanging on the back of the door that could be quickly grabbed and put on if company came to the door.
Her apron was used as a pot holder to grab the handles of hot pans from the stove, to wipe sweat and tears as needed, to hold clothes pins for hanging out clothes, as a bucket when gathering eggs and vegetables from the garden, as a dust cloth or to dry her hands, and to hold all kinds of items in the pockets. She even kept a needle and thread in the pockets to make repairs as needed.
Mammaw made her ‘fancy’ aprons from feed sack fabric and her everyday aprons were made from old dresses that were no longer usable. The front part of the dresses always had a little more use to them as they were protected by the apron.
This block is my favorite so far. Y’all know that I am afraid of applique but it is so stinking cute!
It is not too late to join this free quilt along. It is a lot of fun.
This week for our BOW Pat Sloan at I Love To Make Quilts has designed a block called Oh My Stars! For her grandparent’s story of the week she told us about their favorite sayings.
I never heard my Ma Neal say anything in anger but I did see ‘the look’ many times. My Mammaw Cooper was the more vocal of the two. When she would get upset with one of us kids she would say “Lord, have mercy” or the favorite Southern expression of, “Bless her/his heart” and quietly say, “She/he doesn’t know how stupid they are”. Now mind you, this is what she said in front of us kids. What she said to Pappaw when she was angry was something else entirely and I will not repeat it here. My cousins and I learned some of our best forbidden words when she was ‘sharing her opinion of his actions’ with him. I can remember her telling Pappaw that she was going to have to pray for forgiveness on Sunday and it was all his fault.
Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge block of the week #6 is called Wash Day. I made the block with the yellow center first and decided it did not have enough contrast so I also made a blue center. I like the blue much better. The yellow just did not look as good sewn together as it did in my head.
Pat’s BOW comes with a story about the memories of Wash Day and here is one of mine:
My great grandparents on my mother’s side raised her after her mother died when she was a baby. Known to everyone as Ma and Pa Neal, they lived in a coal mining community in small house with a creek behind it. My Uncle Bill told everyone that they had running water but is was in the creek behind the house. The wash-house, complete with a wringer washer, big galvanized tub, and heating stove was located between the house and the creek. Water was carried from the creek to the wash house on wash day.
One of my chores while visiting was to carry water from the creek to fill the washer and rinse tub. As you might guess, it was not my favorite job. Wash day always depended on whether the creek was running clear or muddy. Muddy water would mean no wash. One day Ma told me to run down to the creek to see if the water was clear. Uncle Bill was going hunting that day and I wanted to go with him so I told Ma that they must be blasting up at the mines because the water was muddy. I know she knew better because we could hear when the blasts went off but she said that we could wash the next day. All during the hunt I worried about telling Ma a lie and the trouble I would be in if she walked to the creek and found it to be clear. As soon as we got home I ran to Ma and told her I lied about the muddy water. The next day I carried water to water all the tomatoes in the garden in addition to filling the washer and tub. I never told her a lie again.
Thanks for reading more of my memories.