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She could take a fresh catfish and make a gourmet meal from it. Home made apples pies with a crust that would curl your toes. A three-layered white frosted coconut cake the would melt in your mouth but above all her incredible homemade biscuits with lard all done up in her wood cooking stove. She used that to cook everything in. Even though she had an electric one she would tell us she hated it. She never even had a telephone until she was 60 years old and we only got to watch one program on her television, "The Young and The Restless". We had to be absolutely quiet almost to the point of tip toeing when her "stories" were on. After that we could again return to being the wild country bumpkins in and out of the house onto the front porch. That really amazing front porch. If that porch could talk my word, the stories it could tell. Discussions of hope and love, death and divorce and even then as a child not knowing that one day I would be sharing those same discussions with my Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw on that same front
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I remember trying to make pretty cakes out of juicy pooped cow patties and my aunt yelling, "Deborah Ann get out of those nasty things". I couldn't help myself. The patties came out as perfect as a round cake you bake. Just add a little sand on top and a few broken sticks for candles..walla! I was from the city and for a long time I thought those cows when I first saw them were horses. I also remember my Maw-Maw laughing at me as I stood in at the barn loft door holding a corn cob like I was talking on the phone to someone. My biggest adventure though was to try to stick objects to the electric fence to see which ones would send a shock to me or not. My grandfather would always be so busy working on the farm we really didn't get to see him that much only near supper time would he appear. My Maw-Maw would have his supper fixed and ready and then off she would go to get the cows in, feed them, milk them and put them away for the night. At 4 am she would be up have breakfast done for us all and the cows milked and back out into the pasture. Of course us city folk never seen morning until later. She would always just let us sleep until Bill the rooster would crow and wake us up at our window. That was the craziest rooster. He would always stay at the back of the house but when he came around to the front porch, Maw-Maw would say, "someone's comin' today to visit", and sure enough, everytime company would show up. A coincidence? No.
I remember trying to make pretty cakes out of juicy pooped cow patties and my aunt yelling, "Deborah Ann get out of those nasty things". I couldn't help myself. The patties came out as perfect as a round cake you bake. Just add a little sand on top and a few broken sticks for candles..walla! I was from the city and for a long time I thought those cows when I first saw them were horses. I also remember my Maw-Maw laughing at me as I stood in at the barn loft door holding a corn cob like I was talking on the phone to someone. My biggest adventure though was to try to stick objects to the electric fence to see which ones would send a shock to me or not. My grandfather would always be so busy working on the farm we really didn't get to see him that much only near supper time would he appear. My Maw-Maw would have his supper fixed and ready and then off she would go to get the cows in, feed them, milk them and put them away for the night. At 4 am she would be up have breakfast done for us all and the cows milked and back out into the pasture. Of course us city folk never seen morning until later. She would always just let us sleep until Bill the rooster would crow and wake us up at our window. That was the craziest rooster. He would always stay at the back of the house but when he came around to the front porch, Maw-Maw would say, "someone's comin' today to visit", and sure enough, everytime company would show up. A coincidence? No.