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This is for the Flashback Friday layout on the pub. Our assignment was to scrap a childhood memory. We visited friends in Canada several times when I was young. Our friends owned a tobacco farm, and they also had many farm animals–including a milk cow. Patsy and I, however, were truly “city girls” and refused to drink “real milk” straight from the cow. My mother had to venture to town and buy us store bought milk to drink while we were there. I DID love their homemade freshly churned butter!! Jeanie was a wonderful cook, and I still remember the luscious homemade bread she made. After the loaves baked andcooled, she cut off all the crusts and cut the pieces into large squares. She rolled the squares in the melted butter and sprinkled them with a combination of wonderful spices and then browned them in the oven! They were unspeakably wonderful.I remember EVERY meal was HUGE. Jeanie made biscuits and gravy for the side dish for breakfast! We had eggs, ham, hash browns and biscuits with gravy!! Then as soon as breakfast was finished, she began preparing the noon meal!! (and probably even some of the evening meal!) Her kitchen was always abuzz with activity and the most glorious smells. I’m sure I’d appreciate the food much more now than I did then. My main concern was trying to stay away from the bull in the field, and, of course I loved playing with my friend Lynda ! They lived in a farmhouse. Her room was small, but she was an only child, so she really didn’t need a lot of room. There was an upstairs that nobody used except for storage. She had games stored up there that had never even been opened. It was like a big toy store!!We went up there and dragged down some games and played with them–but we didn’t really know the rules, so we made up our own!! One time when I visited I even got to ride the tobacco planter. Lynda taught me how to put the little tobacco plants in the planter wheel as we rode on the planter. The planter was pulled behind the tractor. It was a hot and dusty job, but I had so much fun being a real farmer. That was also the time we rode her horse bareback down the hill and drank the water from a little stream on the way. It was clear, cold, and clean, and probably the best water I ever drank in my life.
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