My childhood bedroom…Well the one I remember best is the one I had from the age of 10 to age 16. This was an addition to the small one bedroom house situated on five acres. My bedroom was the biggest with windows on three walls. I even had a walk-in closet! But the best thing about this room was the view out the windows. The window that looked out the front framed a holly bush and gave a good view of six of the tall poplar trees that lined our property along the road. There were 12 of these giants, six on either side of the driveway. They were about 50 or 60 feet tall and I always imagined them as guardians of our place. When the wind blew, their branches would clatter and the leaves would whisper letting me know they were on guard.
Out the side window I saw the apple orchard. We had five Gravenstien apple trees. Mom made the best apple pies and applesauce from these beauties. I remember they were huge and juicy. I would pick one and chomp into while the juice ran down my arm and the smell ran up my nose. They were big enough I could eat all I wanted and give the rest to my horse. We were both delighted.
Out the third window I saw the big cherry tree and mom’s vegetable garden. I don’t know what kind of cherries they were, but they were big and dark and there were a lot of them. I’d climb up in the tree and eat until I felt ill, then I climb back down and lie on the grass under the tree and watch the clouds paint pictures over head.
Mom’s vegetable garden held even more treats. Tomatoes were my special favorite. In those days you could get these little 1 inch tall containers of Leslie salt, and I always had one in my pocket. I’d pick a ripe tomato, take a big bite, and then add a dash of salt. Pure heaven! Also the cucumbers, pick, scrape off the skin, add the salt and oh man! The peas were sweet and didn’t need any enhancement. The corn did need to be cooked, well sorta. Mom would put a big kettle on the stove and when the water was boiling, she’d send me out to pick a few ears. We’d quickly shuck the corn, drop them in the boiling water and then count to 20. Out they would come, hot and sweet and ready to eat. Well after you added enough butter to make sure it was running down your wrists. We had our own milk cow, so we had lots of butter and could be generous with its use.
The main time frame will be 1950 to 1956. These are the years of so many happy memories.
- Riding my cousin’s horses.
- Getting my first horse
- Chasing the pigs home
- My dog, Pepper
- Skunk Cabbage