The Old Farmer's Daughter has little tidbits of useful knowledge from the old days worked into stories of life on the farm, Growing up on a family farm, farming and housekeeping in the 1950s, Barns farms and the farmhouse, try to post new story every Monday....
This was not generally a fun excursion for the little ones.
Grandma's house was not to be played in.
We could not talk loud or out of place.
When we arrived we walked around the yard and flowers
and peach trees and rock garden.
Oh and the crab apple tree. A Bleeding Heart Flower
was on the tour when in bloom!
When in the house entertainment consisted of watching the
mantle clock tick waiting for it to chime. Sitting on the large curved
armed sofa with the deep tuffs, and a real treat was when
The Old Farmer's step mother came in and turned on the
motion lamp for us. We would sit and stare at it for several minutes.
It was a forest fire in action!
Sunday dinner was lamb with mint sauce.
But these are not bad memories, but a part of life,
a part of growing and learning to behave as an adult.
She was not a bad grandma, we would get a big old molassas cookie
when we went in the house, it came out of the fridge and was cold and moist and soft.
Eventually that great overstuffed sofa came to live with us.
I never seem to cook lamb, I am sure I could not do it as well as grandma.
Its the New Year. We had our champagne at midnight and toasted each other.
Now the "what do I do now" week is over and it is back to the old grind.
What was your most memorable New Years?
I have two among the many. I was married to a musician and spent many of the holidays in big fancy motels. Many were spent quietly at home. But the memorable ones were 1. with family and 2. with best friend The Old Farmer's brother lived in a suburb of Buffalo and we were close, visiting back and forth biweekly. I remember one year when there were many bad fogs. The Old Farmer would drive with his head out the window trying to see the line on the road it was so bad. Halloween's were great in the suburbs for this country girl! But I digress.... At the house in the burbs we gathered around the clock a few minutes before midnight, everyone with a glass of champagne. And toasted in the New Year at the stroke of midnight. I have that picture around someplace...
The other New Years that lives in my memory was spent at a friend's house when a teenager. Her parents were going out and they let her ask a friend over so she wouldn't be alone.We chatted and played card games and had a card table set up in the living room for dinner. She made spaghetti. And we toasted the new year with a glass of red wine. To this day I connectNew Years Eve with homemade spaghetti!