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Friday, March 15, 2013

Rekindling the warmth of the past-FSO

This week's theme is

What, in your town, brings up memories of your growing up years?

Yes this photo was taken at our fairly new Cracker Barrel restaurant.
As you can see it was taken near Christmas time in 2011.
The memory it envokes in me is of visiting our paternal grandparents who lived on a big farm way out in the country.
This would have been during the 1940s.

A huge fireplace like this was in the middle room where everyone slept in the winter.

I can remember my sister and I whispering and giggling and trying to talk when we went to bed and my grandmother shushing us up.

"Grandaddy has to get up early to milk the cows and I have to get up early to cook breakfast. You girls will be getting up early to do your chores."

"Oh no, chores" we chorused

"Oh yes," said grandmother.


Yes we loved to help in the cellar where our gm made butter, cottage cheese and other surprises she would have for us. 
There was a huge cook stove in the kitchen where my grandmother cooked but this was the main gathering room.

We had our breakfast just the 4 of us but at lunch time she cooked for a horde of farm workers.
It asways seemed like a party to us but my gm was whipped by the end of the day.
She kept a pot of water for bathing in that fireplace and I can remember my sister and I taking a bath in the kitchen in a big wash tub behind the kitchen stove on Saturday night.

There are many things in the Craker Barrel dining room that remind me of my grandparents home.

You will know what I am talking about if you have ever been to one of them.

Go here for more FSO memories of growing up.



Vee said...

I will most likely remember this charming story next time I visit Cracker Barrell. Your grandmother sounds like a hardworking woman. I can't imagine cooking for a crowd of hungry men day after day in addition to all the other chores on the farm.

Pauline said...

Love how you pulled that together, Peggy and still kept it about your town. I couldn't manage that. I have no fireplace memories as I grew up in the tropics but yours sounds so warm and comforting.

Debra @ Homespun said...

I love olden days books and posts and how clever that you linked it up with a cracker barrel interior! :)

Chef E said...

It is amazing what we remember, and I love cracker barrel, because of the same reasons!

Did you know that cast iron pot was the first cast iron, before skillets and other pieces came on the scene? They lasted for hundred of years and were passed down for generations...I bet you did know that! :) I just wrote a book with the info...