A baker's dozen children, some cane poles, a can full of worms and a good fishin' hole is really all it takes to spend a pleasant summer afternoon. The men took all the children over to the Dye house in the afternoon with the promise that we would cook whatever they caught. We really would have. . . but we weren't too distressed over the idea.
Children and men spent a pleasant afternoon. There were a few little blue gill caught and released. Everybody had a lovely time. They all came back tired and content-- just in time for supper: Chicken supree, ham, all kinds of summer vegetables, sweet potato pie and blackberry cobbler.
As much as children love water, I have to wonder sometimes why they are always so dirty. As grubby as they can be, from head to stockings, we usually find them under all the caked dirt when we bathe them head to toe in the big wash tub.
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I'm not so sure that all of this lifestyle have been lost over the ages of time. It sounds strangly familiar to me as something I have participated in. Both young and old(er) :D
And as luck would have it, I was just over at Granny Sue's blog and she had this recipe for BB cobbler up. It sure is hard bein' a bachelor sometimes. :(
http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2007/08/blackberry-cobbler-taste-to-take-you.html
It almost sounds as if the women just knew what would be for supper all along!!
Great story Emily!
This is delightful, Emily..I got a good chuckle over the dinner..The woman had learned somewhere along the way not to count chickens, ha!
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