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4meAndyou 路 F
Big family picnics. My family used to gather once a year, sometimes even twice. There were too many to fit in a house, so we would rent a covered table at a local park, and sometimes the municipal swimming pool would be close enough so that the children could run across the field and go swimming.
Everyone brought a covered dish...and we could sample fried chicken, and six different kinds of salads. The uncles would always be there frying hamburgers and hot dogs on the grills, and we children would fight over the last grape nehi in the cooler...馃槅
I used to love those picnics. But now my family is scattered to the four winds...like the seeds of a dandelion. 馃槥
Everyone brought a covered dish...and we could sample fried chicken, and six different kinds of salads. The uncles would always be there frying hamburgers and hot dogs on the grills, and we children would fight over the last grape nehi in the cooler...馃槅
I used to love those picnics. But now my family is scattered to the four winds...like the seeds of a dandelion. 馃槥
Heartlander 路 80-89, M
@4meAndyou
We likewise had those big family gatherings. My grandparents and a few aunts lived in the country with lots of inside and outside space, plenty of space to accommodate a gathering of 50 to 75.
A favorite memory is of a 4th of July BBQ/picnic. With a stack of raw steaks and hamburgers waiting their turn on the grill, and my uncle gripping one with a big 2-prong fork, ready to drop it on the grill. But before it made it to the grill, it got intercepted by one of his flying dogs that leaped over the picnic table and snatched the raw steak off the end of uncle's fork and quickly vanished into a nearby field.
In the haze of my uncle's dumbfound confusion, three or four other dogs saw their opportunity and quickly helped themselves to the the remaining raw steaks on the table before following "super dog" into a nearby field and out of sight. Like it had all been a well thought out plan.
The dogs never did come back of the field until after we had all left. At some point they'd have to come out of hiding and face judgment. For us kids, a few of us had to settle for hotdogs rather than steaks. But well worth all the laughs.
We likewise had those big family gatherings. My grandparents and a few aunts lived in the country with lots of inside and outside space, plenty of space to accommodate a gathering of 50 to 75.
A favorite memory is of a 4th of July BBQ/picnic. With a stack of raw steaks and hamburgers waiting their turn on the grill, and my uncle gripping one with a big 2-prong fork, ready to drop it on the grill. But before it made it to the grill, it got intercepted by one of his flying dogs that leaped over the picnic table and snatched the raw steak off the end of uncle's fork and quickly vanished into a nearby field.
In the haze of my uncle's dumbfound confusion, three or four other dogs saw their opportunity and quickly helped themselves to the the remaining raw steaks on the table before following "super dog" into a nearby field and out of sight. Like it had all been a well thought out plan.
The dogs never did come back of the field until after we had all left. At some point they'd have to come out of hiding and face judgment. For us kids, a few of us had to settle for hotdogs rather than steaks. But well worth all the laughs.
Heartlander 路 80-89, M
4meAndyou 路 F
@Heartlander My family were all farmers. They had pigs, cattle, and chickens. I remember a story my mother told me, about her mother rendering fat in her oven. She took out the pan, but the hot fat spilled onto her legs and burned her pretty badly. My grandfather apparently knew nothing about burns, because he put butter on them.
By the time I came along, rationing wasn't an issue, and fried chicken was sooo awesome! My grandmother used to use Crisco.
By the time I came along, rationing wasn't an issue, and fried chicken was sooo awesome! My grandmother used to use Crisco.
Heartlander 路 80-89, M
@4meAndyou I think food rationing in the US came to an end within a few years of the end of the war. In Europe and the UK much longer. My dad was a grocer who went through the depression and war years.
I remember the butter on a burn treatment. I believe most of the world once believed that :)
I remember the butter on a burn treatment. I believe most of the world once believed that :)
