THE OLD PANTRY
It stood next to the kitchen,
Only a door between;
It held the many goodies
About which children dream:
Sweet jellies, red and purple,
(Wild strawberry and grape);
Fresh pies and homemade cookies
And tasty chocolate cake.
It stood next to the kitchen,
With just a door between. . .
The old pantry at Grandma's
Where goodies reigned supreme.
~ Author unknown ~
Grandma's Apron
When I used to visit Grandma.
I was very much impressed,
by her all-purpose apron,
and the power it possessed.
For Grandma, it was everyday
to choose one when she dressed.
The strings were tied and freshly washed,
and maybe even pressed.
The simple apron that it was,
you would never think about;
the things she used it for,
that made it look worn out.
She used it for a basket,
when she gathered up the eggs,
and flapped it as a weapon,
when hens pecked her feet and legs.
She used it to carry kindling
when she stoked the kitchen fire.
And to hold a load of laundry,
or to wipe the clothesline wire.
She used it for a hot pad,
to remove a steaming pan,
and when her brow was heated,
she used it for a fan.
It dried our childish tears,
when we'd scrape a knee and cry,
and made a hiding place
when the little ones were shy.
Farm produce took in season,
in the summer, spring and fall,
found its way into the kitchen
from Grandma's carry all.
When Grandma went to heaven,
God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron she chose that day,
was her Sunday best.
Gran'mas Molasses
Gran'ma made the biscuits
gran'pa tended fields
brother and i chased the chickens
for feathers we turned into quills
And a ragged ol' dog we named Hobo
that never had very much sense
spent his days chasing the rabbits
that ventured outside of their fence
And a kitty kat we had named Punkina
that we found nearly dead in the ditch
by the Willow tree where Gran'pa would shade
the one that supplied Gran'ma's switch
In a place where time seemed almost endless
dusty roads and sweating tea glasses
where folks never grew any older
soppin' biscuits in Gran'ma's Molasses
The Tater Story...
You know that all potatoes have eyes.
Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato had eyes
for each other, and finally got married,
and had a little sweet potato,
whom they called 'Yam.'
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.
When it was time,
they told her about the facts of life.
They warned her about going out
and getting half-baked,
so she wouldn't get accidentally 'mashed'
and get a bad name for herself like
'Hot Potato,'
and end up with a bunch of 'Tater Tots'.
Yam said not to worry,
no 'Spud' would get her into the
sack and make a rotten potato out of her!
But on the other hand, she wouldn't stay
home and become a 'Couch Potato', either.
She would get plenty of exercise so
and not be skinny like her
'Shoestring' cousins.
When she went off to Europe,
Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to
beware of the 'Hard Boiled 'guys from Ireland.
And the greasy guys from France,
called the 'French Fries'.
And when she went out west,
to watch out for the Indians
so she wouldn't get 'scalloped'.
Yam said she would stay on the straight
and narrow and wouldn't associate with those
high class 'Yukon Golds', or the ones
from the other side of the tracks
who advertise their trade on the trucks
that say, 'Frito Lay.'
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam
to 'Idaho P.U.'
(that's Potato University)
so when she graduated she'd
really be in the Chips.
One day Yam came home and announced
she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Tom Brokaw!
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.
They told Yam she couldn't
possibly marry Tom Brokaw
because he's just a......
'Common Tater'
hehe...
Granny's Favorite Recipe
INGREDIENTS:
1 coddled grandchild of either gender
1 proud grandmother, soft-boiled and tender
1 well-beaten fairy-tail book
1 stuffed teddy bear with a faraway look
1 washed, dried blanket, satin bordered with rips
1 freshly bake cookie with chocolate chips
METHOD:
Toss all, except Granny, straight up in the air.
Drop into squeaky, rocking arm chair.
Fold in Granny's outstretched arms.
Tuck teddy and blanket around
small child's charms.
Open fairy-tale book to the very first page.
Begin by saying,
"Now when I was your age,"
Mix stories of bunnies, bears,
piggies, and soup
Repeat bedtime stories until
child's eyelids droop.
When the cookie has crumbled
and child starts to yawn.
Place child, teddy and blanket
in warm bed until dawn.
YIELD: 2 Happy persons
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