She could dress a deer
She could flip a pancake
Her baking brought tears
Her meatloaf was heartbreak
She shuffled the kitchen
She never looked good
She was just trying to give them
Some good hearty grub
She grew fine cucumbers
Out in the garden
The farmhands remembered her
Out there quite often
They picked her some flowers
They never were fickle
They would give their right arms
For her and her pickles
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Lorna,
What a woman! A sweet
write...and I love pickles!
Beautiful pic. She looks like
my great grandmother who
lived on a farm and taught
my mom to can fresh
tomatoes! This tradition
is still going on in our
family! Thank you for
sharing!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura! This picture is just one I found to represent a real person.... she could do anything! Someone who had grown up in the Depression years. Glad it reminded you of your grandmother - their lives were probably harder but I still think better in many ways... that might just be romantic fancy though.
It was my great grandmother who loved to live on her Italian farm...according to my mom!
Good write, those women were wonderfully strong in the most difficult of times.
Beautiful....nice to read!!
Lovely.
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