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Blogs > venturebrother72 > Stories from the hinterlands

A potato and an egg  

venturebrother72 52M
196 posts
4/26/2011 7:13 pm
A potato and an egg

I was looking in my cabinets and there was nothing that I wanted to eat. I had some potatoes; I had an egg; and I had a memory.

My parents were born in 1920 and 1922. They were 8 and 10 in 1929 when the stock market crashed. My dad would walk to school along the train tracks so he could get a few lump of coal that had fallen from the engine. My mom never finished school because she was put to work whenever it was found. She was put in a convent when there wasn't work for her. She got married very young to escape the cycle. My dad joined the Army at the start of World War II. He referred to it as his four year walking tour of Europe.

They met well after the war. My mom was divorced with six and my dad was divorced with one. It wasn't the Brady bunch. Still, all of us refer to each other as my brother or my sister. There is not half this or step that. We were family. We didn't have a lot of money but we had enough and we had each other.

When they picked me out of the cabbage patch, they were older than the average parents of the day. It didn't bother me when I was very young. It was somewhat of an issue as I got older. My mom used to tell me about the days she went to school for me and was by far the oldest mom in the crowd. I don't think it mattered too much to her but it made an impression. I really don't remember too much about the parent teacher meeting. I remember more about my dad coming to every JV football game. I remember my mom just being there when I got home from school.

Both of my parents lives turned out well. It was a rough start but they overcame. My brothers and sisters and I were given every opportunity to succeed and we took advantage. The younger ones got college degrees and made good. The older ones have all learned a trade and made good. From very humble begging, my parents made a solid family.

The things I remember most about them are the stories of their childhood. One of the things about not having a lot of money is that you don't eat a lot of expensive food. Being a of the depression, my mom was able to make some interesting things for dinner. One of the items that was often on the menu of her childhood was potatoes and eggs. Thin sliced potatoes pan fried with whatever fat happened to be there. Most of the time it was lard. When the potatoes were cooked, an egg was added. Simple, cheap, filling, a solid meal for a small price.

So tonight as I look through cabinets full of food with nothing appealing to me, I found a potato and an egg. It tasted like love.

rm_clitlick4you 73M
3099 posts
4/27/2011 8:05 am

 Great post.

Isn't it amazing how food can act as a photo album and remind us of prior events in our lives?

That happens to me every time I eat fried Okra. (a southern thing).

it's what my mom cooked...and loved.

Bob
Peace is my sister. wgf
And please...the name is Bob...not clit.
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venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
4/27/2011 1:25 pm
    Quoting  :
They went through some of the toughest times. In the end they had happiness. They never asked for or needed more.


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
4/27/2011 1:29 pm
    Quoting rm_clitlick4you:
    Great post.

    Isn't it amazing how food can act as a photo album and remind us of prior events in our lives?

    That happens to me every time I eat fried Okra. (a southern thing).

    it's what my mom cooked...and loved.

    Bob
I haven't had good fried okra in a very long time. If you find it around here, it's slimy. It's funny how mom can always make your favorite things just the right way.


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
4/28/2011 5:42 pm
    Quoting Softsheetsnme:
    It seems you and I had a similar upbringing. Thanks for sharing this wonderful memory!!
Memories are always better when they're shared. And it's always surprising how many of them are similar to those with who we share.


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
4/30/2011 6:32 pm
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They're referred to as the greatest generation for some very good reasons.


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
5/3/2011 12:23 am
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They gave me so much without ever trying. Some of the music I listen to is new to my peers. Some of the slang I use is just different (though the slang seems to come back into fashion)


SelvriSilver 40F
1771 posts
5/5/2011 10:26 pm

 Just...beautiful...
Kisses, kittens...
General Neurotica


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
5/6/2011 1:23 am

 Thank you.

Also, you can tell a witch if she weighs more than a duck. I learned that on my quest for the grail.


SelvriSilver 40F
1771 posts
5/6/2011 1:51 am
    Quoting venturebrother72:
    Thank you.

    Also, you can tell a witch if she weighs more than a duck. I learned that on my quest for the grail.
Oh...DUH! *smacks forehead* It has been waaay too long since I've watched that...
Kisses, kittens...
General Neurotica


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
5/6/2011 1:34 pm
    Quoting SelvriSilver:
    Oh...DUH! *smacks forehead* It has been waaay too long since I've watched that...
Don't make me put you in the comfy chair!


venturebrother72 52M
252 posts
5/6/2011 6:16 pm
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You're welcome. Thank you for stopping by.


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