It seems I have had this conversation often but
don't recall posting the same thoughts. If I have and this is redundant
forgive my repetition.
Quilts, especially wonderfully old and
somewhat worn quilts crafted long ago with tiny short uniform stitches,
remind me of pallets on the floor. And what, some of you may ask, is a
pallet? Of course it's a wooden frame thing that supports heavy loads
being transported on trains or trucks. I know that.
The
pallet I refer to is the slight soft bed made on the floor with a
folded quilt to accommodate extra overnight guests. When 'we' were
children a farmhouse bedroom was furnished with usually as many beds as
the room allowed space. Rarely did I see a bedroom set up with just
one bed. And those two or more beds were generally made up with more
than one mattress. When company continued to pour in the beds were
filled with cousins across and at the foot of the bed..the number
determined by the size of the children. When more beds were needed a
mattress came off the bed to a spot on the floor and the routine was
repeated..as many as the bed had room for. When mattresses and beds
were full and still the company is coming the next options is one or
more [what ever is needed] QUILTS are folded on the floor to take care
of the overflow crowd. Think about how many people you could sleep with
this plan. It's no wonder a simple two or three bedroom home was able
to welcome crowds of uncles and aunts & cousins during times of
family reunions and Christmas or Thanksgiving gatherings. That explains
why we always say "There was always room" at our Grandparents or other
relatives' houses. And you were always welcome.
No one
waited for an invitation. They knew they'd be welcome. No one called
to give a warning that 'company is coming.' And besides not everyone
had telephones.
On Saturdays my uncle Jack would
check with aunt Laura about who and how many she thought might be there
for Sunday Dinner [ lunch time after morning church]. He then went to
the chicken yard and proceeded to make provision for fried chicken for
Sunday...or chicken & rice. Not too many people [in my opinion]
could turn out a better spread for an as yet undetermined number of
guests than aunt Laura...but often with the help of Ileen, one or both of the Grandmas..Mobley
or Kitchens, and any willing women visitors..but you know we never
thought of ourselves as visitors or guests. It was just Family.
So
many times I recall sitting on that side porch with other 'younguns'
waiting our turn at the table. Whether it was a tobacco harvesting day
or Sunday dinner I always felt the same. We were wondering why it took
so long for those grown ups to eat and hoping to goodness there would be
chicken left when they all left the table. Somehow there always was
plenty of food..and leftovers.
That pie safe of aunt
Laura's seemed to always have leftovers. All the women in our families
made a different kind of Biscuit. Grandma Mobley's
were baked in a round pan so all the sides were touching hence no firm
crusts..tender and flaky as can be & no side crusts. Aunt Laura
made lots of Biscuits, always. There were 6 children in their family
so that was a ready made crowd with no company. When company came the
numbers of biscuits grew. Flour was closeby
in a 5 gallon Lard Can with lid. The lid was often turned over and used
to mix up the batch of biscuit dough. Some women did the whole thing
with their hands, blending the lard, flour & milk together with
their hands. I hadn't thought of this is ages but I believe Grandma Mobley
mixed hers with a fork. Where were those wonderful [now collectible]
pastry blenders? Anyway they apparently hadn't discovered them or found
no need for them.
Back to the biscuits: Aunt Laura's biscuits
were big and flat with a good crust all around. The better to fill
with homemade syrup, after punching a hole down into the center/from the
crust edge. That was a perfect snack after school, anytime you were
allowed in between meals. I just can't recall any being left..if they
were then they were used for the next meal. Left over biscuits at
Grandma Mobleys became something else for the next days' breakast. She
cut them in half, dipped them in beated & seasoned eggs and
toasted in a hot 'spider'..or iron skillet. I often heard Grandma
Mobley
refer to a frying pan or skillet as the "spider." Many years later as I
pondered exactly where did that word spider come from. After a little
research I discovered it was a brand name for a specific 'frying pan.'
We
may have to do this in 'chapters'.. Family Gatherings at Christmas or
Thanksgiving. We have already covered sleeping arrangements. Now let's
go to what it takes to have a great Christmas or Thanksgiving.back
then.
As the big holiday approached friends and neighbors often would ask "Ya'll
gonna have a big Christmas/Thanksgiving?" The answer would depend on
whether you were expecting a big crowd of family. If lots of folks were
coming the answer would be : "Yeah, expecting a good
Christmas/thanksgiving."
After the holiday when someone asked: "Ya'll
have a big Christmas?" Again the answer would depend on the crowd. If
it was a big crowd of folks/family, the reply came: "Yes, Big Christmas, Plenty
of good food."
The only time I can recall anyone
ever asking: "What did you get for Christmas?" was at school..it
became a ritual at some point upon returning to school after Christmas
break to share "What you got for Christmas." That could be a problem
-truthfully this was probably the inspiration for a lot of children
'telling lies" about Christmas and Santa Clause. It didn't 'feel good'
to have to participate in this bit of sharing.
About
growing up in our era and children telling lies: When I was I think in
the 4th grade I remember sitting in the lunch room at school on benches
eating our sandwiches. People at my table were playing "what you got
in your lunch" and when the question was posed to me by the girl seated
next to me, I didn't feel comfortable telling her there was just mayonaise
between those two slices of white bread and quick as a wink I said: "I
already ate the meat." And people say children won't lie. Actually I
remember that everytime I just have to have a plain old mayonaise
sandwich. During that time I remember that lunch for school was a
daily thing to deal with. When Daddy had the money [ we lived in a
'town' invironment
then] he went to the nearby grocery store and bought as many slices as
he could of something called spiced ham, I think. Those were good days.
I don't buy or eat anything called Lunch Meat now.
Another Chapter: ....any days when we didn't have to go to school or work things like tobacco harvesting days my cousin Eulita
and I often sat on the porch rail waiting for the train to come by.
The Engineers and other RR workmen never failed to wave to us and us to
them. Those same railroad tracks were part of games we played..as we
ventured out to explore. We climbed fences, picked fruit, discovered
little violets in damp areas ..funny I don't ever remember running up on
a snake in the woods. No one ever called out after us as we left the
house: "Be Careful, don't talk to strangers.'"
It was usually just: "Don't be late for supper" or "Be home before dark"
Still Another
Chapter: The farm life in the deep south was considered to be a hard
life. People worked hard. Women had to work hard. Even the children
had to work. Imagine that. They had a hard life.
True not all families had the same level of poverty or wealth. A farm family like Jack and Laura Mobley
with 6 children were certainly not considered rich or wealth land
owners. Aunt Laura told me when they bought their place from Mr. Youmans it was for $5,000.00 and without a dime down payment.
Common in those days the deal was sealed with a handshake and a plan to make payments yearly when the crops came in.
Then
there were families like mine who for various and often obvious reasons
were easily recognized as a poor family. To me my Mobley relatives
[Jack & Laura's family] were as good as RICH. They had to be. At
one point I noticed Eugene and Eulita actually had paper napkins to
wrap their lunch sandwiches in for school. They had to be rich.
And
Uncle Jack bought a new truck regularly. I THOUGHT looking back that it
was every year..could be wrong. Of course that truck was a necessity
to a real farmer.
From my viewpoint they had to be
rich too. Look in that pantry at the end of the side porch..wasn't
there usually a burlap bag with pecans there. and in the barn loft or
one of the outbuildings weren't there stacks of cans of homemade syrup?
This post was first shared on my first blog: Down the Lane...and around the curve. at http://mygrammashouse.blogspot.com
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