Hour Glass blocks=
Passage of time....
and
Sprouts=Garden
and
[defeated me...;000]
Totally lopsided!!
But they are what they are....
and remind me of this time
of my life and this story:
TOMATO DAYS:
During Late August
my Mom and I would go to my
Tante Priscilla's home, canning
jars in hand, to join
in the BIG tomato canning session...
We would each be assigned a task...
When I was old enough
I was allowed to dunk the tomatoes in
very hot water and skin them.
One of my Cousins, Claire or Irene,
would be chopping and helping to
stuff the sterilized jars and
my Tante would be pouring in
the liquid as needed.
We made enough to give everyone
20 jars to store for the
coming Winter..
The whole place smelled of tomatoes...
HEAVENLY...
We had such fun,
with much laughter and
catching up on the
the news.
My cousin Claire was 12 years
older than I was and took me
under her wing...
I loved listening to the cousins'
stories about the boys
they had danced with at the Friday night
dances and the dresses they wore.
My cousin Claire was asked by an older guy
for a dance--he was Italian and told her
"When we dance, your bella'
has to touch my
bella"!!
She said "You leave my bella' alone!"
and stomped away..
😏😀😁😂😂😂
That made everyone crack up!!
So like her--she didn't take
any guff from anyone..
So....
Every time I cut tomatoes
these days, I am reminded of
those young years....
***********************
It is a lovely sunny, but chilly, day
here....warm enough to grill
cheeseburgers [a la Thomas]
and have fries with them...
I hope your day is a glorious one...
hugs, Julierose,
La Blageuse
(still-crazy-after-all-these-years)
;)))))))