The last of my Mother's Day flowers - picture taken 5/20. They are long gone now - but a beautiful memory. Gotta have a picture for each post ya know!
The schools are out for the Summer in my area now, and the children are planning their Summer activities. Summers now days are so different from when I was growing up (I know - many years ago).
A Trip Down Memory Lane: Next to my parents house, there was a wooded area and on the other side of that red clay hills and a cow pasture. That is where my siblings, myself, and neighborhood children played every Summer for many years. We built forts, playhouses, climbed trees, swung from vines and took many chances that we as parents and grandparents now caution our children/grandchildren about. No one worried about us back then as we played in the woods barefooted, and slid down red clay hills on cardboard boxes. Not taken to the doctor for stitches when my brother ran from a bull, slid under a barbwire fence and cut back of ear, or when I cut side of foot (still have the scar) on a shovel. Not to mention the time I fell out of the tree (on my head no less - OK! You can stop laughing now), and my Sister asked me what I had for lunch to determine if I was OK !!! WOW!!! What a way to do a medical diagnosis !!!!
What did I have for lunch that day ?!?!
I remember !!!!!! - A bologna sandwich! Fried baloney (not sure mine was fried that day) on white bread and yellow mustard - a lunch time staple. We usually had what was called rag bologna, as the casing was made from some type of cloth with a wax/paraffin coating on it, and tasted so much better than the presliced/packaged stuff. The butcher sliced it fresh for you and the thickness you wanted. I have not eaten bologna in so many years, I don't remember the last time, and don't know if you can still buy that kind or not.
What was our snacks between meals? More often than not - leftover cold biscuits from breakfast and made a sandwich of left over bacon (on a good day), thin sliced onion and mustard. That was everyday fare for me, but I had a neighborhood friend that loved biscuit snacks at my house. I suspect my arteries were clogged before I started school.
My friend's older brother played trumpet and I remember during the Spring and Summer months when windows were open, he would practice late afternoon and early evening hours, and the neighborhood enjoyed his talent.
When blackberries came into season, we were told to put on long sleeve shirts (to keep chiggers off) and pick blackberries on the fence line - which meant blackberry cobbler and if got enough - some jam. Do you want to know what happened one year when I decided to get a sun tan and wore a halter top instead of protecting against chiggers while picking!!!! Oh ! OK !! I did not think so.
No one seemed to worry about us, and our tummies told us when to go home for lunch or dinner time, and we knew one thing for sure "You better be home before dark".
Just a trip down memory lane - How times have changed !
ETA: Just did a little google work - It seems that kind of bologna is still made. I some how have the feeling it doesn't taste like it did back in the day.