Sometimes there are people
who impact our lives in unforeseen ways.
A dear friend will be 95 next weekend.
As you can imagine,
he has seen quite a few changes
over the course of his life.
I thought I would share just a few of the tid-bits
that I've gained just by "swappin' stories."
When he was about 4-6 years old,
his bed was really a frame with a short lip around the edge.
This shallow 'box' held a mattress
filled with cedar bows.
To me it doesn't sound that comfy,
but he said though he was a child,
he remembers it as being pretty cozy.
There was no refrigeration growing up.
To keep their butter and cream cool,
they had a wire cage that they wrapped well with gunny sacks.
They would set that in a large pan or tub
with a couple inches of fresh cool water in it.
As the water wicked up into the burlap,
evaporation kept the contents cool.
When they butchered something in summer,
they would hang the pieces (like a quarter of critter)
at least 30 feet high, up in a tree.
He said that is above the fly level.
It will "skin up" and have a skin on it as thick as the hide.
You cut that off and the meat inside is good.
He said he's eaten meat that has hung in a tree for a month,
and it is tender and delicious.
Okay, maybe if I had no other option,
but that one might worry me just a little.
I think the gunny sack cooler is brilliant,
and I bet that cedar smelled fabulous as he fell into slumber.
These are the kinds of things
I consider gems of knowledge.
Maybe that's part of the reason I love talking
with elderly folks.
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches