Please allow me the liberty of cutting the article
to save time and boredom.
Thanksgiving in Cotton
I had waited a long time for this day and now I was 14 years old, a junior in high school, and I was getting my first pair of stockings. It was before seamless, nylon pantyhose "ran" their course-they were pure silk with seams up the back and kept in place by blue satin garters.
I placed them in my little lingerie case and packed them with the other clothes in my overnight bag. A friend and I were taking the school bus after school to Cotton, GA, 7 miles in the almost undisturbed countryside to spend Thanksgiving with an older friend.
The evening was spent helping Mrs. Joiner cut up things for the next day's feast. The food was put in crockery bowls and covered with waxed paper bread wrappers. The cakes and pies were placed in a cold room. After gathering around an old pump organ and singing "chapel" songs, we went to bed and slept in a cold room under three quilts. We slept like big brown bears.
The morning started early with excitement. Sisters and aunts and uncles began to arrive and first cousins and first cousins once removed. They brought preserves and jellies and arms of greens. The old folks would gather at the first table while the children waited for the second table. To pass the time, the girls played jack stones on the floor in front of the fire. The boys would sneak up behind us and kiss us on the cheeks and run away laughing while we screamed, chased them, and slapped at them perfunctorily.
The food was amazing. The turkey that only yesterday was roaming around the yard, was now before us. I remember vinegar pies and applesauce cake with brown sugar and walnut icing, and strong coffee with chicory that I wasn't allowed to taste.
Later on, Mrs. Joiner said, "Now come here and let me see your legs in those new silk stockings. They're pretty," she said. The garters were digging into my inexperienced legs, but I smiled and was thrill that she noticed.
Yes, a different day in time, I was unfamiliar with some parts of this article.
First of all, I've never actually laid eyes on stockings with seams except in old movies.
Killing the turkey that yesterday ran around the yard?
A junior in high school at 14 years old. I was in the 9th grade when I was fourteen.
My grandmother had crockery bowls and because I looooove vintage, I'd like to have a few.
I know what wax paper is, but what are waxed paper bread warmers?
I remember my mama telling me about how they put the cakes and pies in a cold room. Why? I would think the turkey would go in the cold room instead of the entire meal being covered with a tablecloth until supper time. How did they survive without getting salmonella?
I loved sleeping under quilts. I love to feel the cold on my face. I turn the temperature down low when I go to bed and I still sleep under an old, worn soft quilt.
Vinegar pies??? What on earth?
Garters? Yes, my mama worn a long-line bra, a girdle with garters and hose. Thank goodness, my first pair of hose were panty hose. I got my first pair the same Christmas that I got my white laced vinyl boots and white fur coat. All my friends got black shiney boots. I'm still glad I got white. Groovy!
What part of the items in the article are you familiar with? This should be fun.
Thanksgiving is here, and we are going to Georgia. I'll be happy to see family, but it won't be the same. There is no home to go home to. I don't have a kitchen to cook in. Even though I cooked very little, I still liked to be able to if I wanted.
I'm fighting the dreaded malady of depression. It's a constant battle, but I can put on my happy face and no one will know. It's what I do best.
My daughter, her husband and the baby are coming and we are staying in our pastor's and wife's home. They offered. I'm not complaining. It's just not home. The kids are sad because this is their first Christmas since the sale of our home, their childhood home. I wonder if they will ride by or if it will make them sadder.
This time of year, I crave my mama's cooking and that includes chocolate pie, banana pudding, carrot cake, pound cake and German chocolate cake. Yes, we all like something different and she accommodated.
I met a lady Saturday at the Holiday Bazaar who does a whole lot of baking.
She had such a pretty presentation. Yelp, FREE and yuuuuumy!
The salted caramel was divine. I didn't want to be like the ladies in the supermarket standing in line to sample the product.
These young girls are making a living the smart way, though probably not the easiest. At least we know that homemade will never go out of season.
My theory is simple - The best way to create rich, creamy, flavorful caramels is by combining high quality, local, and organic ingredients.
The Caramel Theory was created in the wee hours of the morning by owner Jessica. Always one to make things from scratch, caramel was no exception. Her holiday gifts of homemade caramel were so enjoyed by friends and family that Jessica decided to make them available to the public, and The Caramel Theory was born.
Each recipe is thoughtfully created to bring out the natural flavors of each ingredient. The sugar is slowly caramelized until a rich, copper color has been achieved. Other local and organic ingredients are then added to create each unique flavor. The Caramel Theory caramels are corn syrup-free and made with no artificial flavors creating a clean, authentic caramel taste unlike the rest!
When Jessica is not selling her caramel at local craft fairs and farmer's markets, she works full-time as a pediatric nurse. But she is never too far from the kitchen.
Visit Jessica on line at www.TheCaramelTheory.com.
Are you baking this Thanksgiving? Have a Happy one and enjoy your loved ones.
On Saturday, my daughter-in-law, Christina and I participated in a Holiday Bazaar here in Nashville.
I represented Nerium.
I got about 10 contacts and a customer to try the product. Here's hoping. It's been hard to do business in a new place.
Christina's presentation for Norwex was truly amazing. Norwex sells cleaning products, cloths, towels, mops and mitts with no chemicals. Amazing what water and the right "rag," can do.
I especially liked The Rustic Jar.
I like to paint jars, but sometimes I just want to buy a jar already painted.
Although painting jars is not a new thing,
I don't know if I've ever seen a painted, pumpkin jar.
Or an apple jar.
This, I've seen and love!
The couple was just adorable. I asked if I could blog them:) They were all excited. I said, "No, I'm not a big-time blogger, just love to share my loves." I must have looked professional or something.
Probably more "something."
I'll share some more this week as well as some things for you to pray with me about.