It seems there are so many things I get involved in that I really don’t have any control over at all, but I’m anxious to get back to my new endeavor at NHC.
Remember last month was the final time I got to visit the NHC assisted living group to talk with them about our old-time days on a routine, once a month schedule. But we’ll still have a meeting every so often just to talk about the old day’s foods and mama’s old-time cooking. I hope to be able to even fix a sample of one of those recipes ever so often.
Karren Frankhouser is the NHC activities director and has to legally approve all food coming in from outside their kitchen staff, but she and I have talked in the past about some dishes I’ve taken and we’ve never had the first problem. I don’t believe I have one thing to worry about in doing this and I think it will be a lot of fun to do.
Oh yes, I know NHC has a very good cooking staff that serves three great meals every day and I’m not planning to try to do what they’re doing. I couldn’t compete with them even if I tried — no, not me ever. This would be to simply demonstrate some of mama’s old-timey cooking. I’ll keep you informed, OK?
Do you remember some of those snows we had during a few of our winters? We’ve spoken before about the times the city police blocked off B Street and/or C Street just to permit folks with a sled to ride all the way down across Broadway from up on Fifth Avenue. There were a lot of tales told of what went on during some of those rides.
One of the best ones I ever heard was about “Sneeze” Hines riding his sled down B Street and getting to Broadway the exact same time as a big 18-wheeler. Sneeze couldn’t stop. He was going too fast down the hill and the ice-covered street was much too slick. So, he shut his eyes and zipped right under the trailer and between the big wheels. He came out as safe as could be but was really upset over such a close call and he understandably talked about it for the rest of his life. Sneeze was a good guy.
There was one winter in particular I remember Bob Smith and I building a big snowman down in his backyard. We tried our best to make it look like the ones in the pictures of those we had seen in papers and magazines. Bob even found an old hat somewhere to put on its head and I got two small pieces of coal from our pile in the backyard and placed them to make its eyes. Anyway, we had a lot of comments from our neighbors — Ed “Piney” Young especially.
Jeff Boyd sent his son, Otho, down with a Kodak to take the snowman’s picture and placed it on his grocery store wall above the cash register where it hung for a long time just as a reminder of that deep snow.
Everybody was thoughtful of everyone else back in them “thar” days and I sure do miss them days, that time and those people. As they say, “All good things must come to an end.”
It sure seems to be true. See you in a little while, I hope.