Comments on: Coming Home

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 03:04:54 +0000

Kris, it is incredibly relaxing although I’m always happy to return to my messy house. And speaking of gaining weight there where the usual refrain is, “You’ve only had seconds. Didn’t you like it?” — my mom had the nerve to tell me today I might have trouble fitting into my RITA dress because I ate a handful of cheese curls. :p

By: Kris Starr

Kris Starr — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 20:55:11 +0000

Oh, Jen — I would love to see that side of things — it sounds absolutely lovely! (Although I think I gained two pounds just reading the description of dinn– er, supper. )

I’ll bet it was relaxing to be there, too. :)

See you soon!

By: kim

kim — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 15:58:02 +0000

cool thanks

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 12:59:51 +0000

Julie, you need to plant one because they are wickedly expensive and it’s just not the same as picking and eating fresh. Is there room in your yard? I have one at my house.

You’d like it Rhonda!

By: Rhonda

Rhonda — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 12:41:33 +0000

Sounds wonderful, Jen! Supper country, indeed. :)

By: JulieLeto

JulieLeto — Fri, 21 Jul 2006 12:24:48 +0000

Jen, oh, how I miss fresh figs! My grandmother had them in her backyard, along with a pecan tree and of course, because this is Florida, oranges and tangerines. It was a feast outside. It’s fig season, but I haven’t been able to convince myself to spend $6.99 to buy figs in the grocery store.

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 21:09:02 +0000

Ginger, it sounds like a great place to live. One of my favorte things in life is to sleep on sun-dried sheets. They’re not quite as soft as a dryer, but no dryer sheet in the universe can replicat the smell. The sheets are always sun-dried at mama’s house.

Kim, I just checked and they’ve been posted.

Sheryl, I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know how to fry chicken, make biscuits, cook rutabegas, turnips, or collard greens. I need to learn because I love them all. My mother is teaching me to make fig preserves.

By: Sheryl M

Sheryl M — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 17:35:24 +0000

I did not grow up in a small town (Huntsville isn’t the siza of Atlanta, but small it is not) but I can relate to the ‘coming home’ feeling. (*) I can remember summers spent at my grandmothers house, in her garden and in her kitchen. I was also the dishwasher-all of the grandkids were. Beer wasn’t allowed on her property, and to smoke you had better be outside and away from her flowers. (f) But the food is something I remember most. Nothing that could be grown was ever store bought(this was also how she supplemented her income). To this day, my older brother and I still call each other to decide what is missing from our own dishes to see if we can recapture the flavors of youth. :d

By: kim

kim — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 15:34:53 +0000

that is good to hear. your family sounds great.
has a winner been picked for the goodies? :d

By: Ginger

Ginger — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:48:37 +0000

I am with you there sister. Your thoughts are what my family (3 sisters & 3 brothers) are all about. I will never live anywhere else but here. Where I grew up, Bessemer, was so safe, that in the summers my sister and I would either walk or ride our bicycles to the other side of town to go to the library. Right now I live in Gardendale and it is like that too. I feel very safe in my community and have great neighbors around me who know who I am. Also, as neighbors we look out for each other. When I was in the hospital 2 years ago, one neighbor cut my yard for me. Recently another sent over some watermelon, which I love and she knew this. I send sweets over to her house for her family. When I hang my laundry out (yes, I do this every week througout the year, it’s great for letting my mind wander), the neighbor behind me, chats to me. That’s what we do here in the South. Take care of each other. Thanks for sharing. Hopefully, when the others come to Atlanta for Nationals, they will have an opportunity to see some of the small towns here.