Friday, September 19, 2008

To Papaw Robert's we go at Harvest time!

My girls have been counting down the days until we get to go to Papaw Robert's house. They LOVE it at his house.. He will be working since it is harvest time, but I LOVE this time of year! I have so many memories from being raised on the farm and always being right in the middle of it all especially during harvest time. I remember my mother cooking dinner... and I don't mean a sandwich.. I am talking fried deer meat, fresh purple hull peas, fried okra, fresh tomatoes, potatoes and gravy and sweet tea! I loved to sit in the back of the truck with them and eat! There are certain smells that make my heart skip a beat when I smell it because it brings back memories that I had long forgotten. Things that I have pointed out to my daddy and it is just things that he takes for granted since he has done this all his life. I am excited for the girls to ride the combine and be with my daddy as he cuts soybeans... then when they get to ride to the grain elevator and sit in a long time and just hang out... I used to do this with my mother (she worked on the farm with my daddy when they were married) and I could not WAIT for the guy to climb up on the back of the truck to get a sample... he would always wave at me and it was not anything unusual for them to give me some candy! But, the big thing was waiting to get your truck dumped.. when we got around to the big curve I knew we were close and mama would always get me a little coke.. remember those!?!?! A small package of peanuts would be an added bonus to pour in my coke! And I loved getting the water in the little white cone shaped cups too. I am going to go with them and take my camera so it will be interesting to see how much things have changed since I used to go with my mama! I am now 36 and I would have been VERY young when all this was going on... Like I would even say younger than 8!!!

Once I painted on my daddy's 18 wheeler door... "Howell Farms" with my good old paint and little paint brush.. needless to say my daddy was NOT happy about THAT! If my hinney remembers correctly someone should have contacted DHS on my behalf after that! LOL

By the way... If you are reading this Robert Louis.... I am bringing my Phase 10 cards, and I AM TAKING YOU DOWN! Yeah, I KNOW you are scared! And, by the way.. your niece is still asking for a HONK for her gator! I don't know how you sleep at night knowing you have not come up with something for her yet!


Anonymous said...

This is from my friend Kami that does not know how to post a comment! LOL

I don’t know how to submit a comment…I am challenged in that department. Oh, sweet memories…I use to dig up potatoes and pick squash at my grandparents house in the big town of Strong. I did not like that then but oh, how I would love to go back. Sit with papaw under the carport and smell his pipe…watch the log trucks go by and ask them to honk their horn.

Beth E. said... bring back great memories! You look way too young to have some of those memories, though!

Peanuts in Coke are great, but don't ever try putting Valentine Conversation Hearts candy in Coke. Many, many...MANY years ago when I was in first grade, we tried that. Spewed all over the place, just like Mentos in Diet Coke!

I have great childhood memories of making molasses. memories!

Great post!

Kami said...

You shamed me so I took the bull by the horn and have overcome my blogging deficiency.

Felicia said...

I love to think back on those memories as well. Us farm girls have to stick together!!!