Last night, my husband and I, took my parents out…
This past week was full of tears and family and sweet memories. My mother-in-law passed away. Standing by her kitchen table, looking out to the screened-in patio and her yard, I thought of corn-on-the-cob. She loved when the corn was ready for eating. Indiana Sweet Corn.
I remember from as early as 4 years old, my parents coming home with bushels of corn. It was gorgeous and ready for shucking. They would sit outside in lawn chairs or card-table chairs and shuck. I helped, even if I only got 4 or 5 done, I tried my best. I loved to pull back the husk to see if a worm was fat and happy, chewing away.
The stove would have a big boiling pot of water. My mom would be lifting the cobs out with little metal tongs (I wish I had a pair) (Memories) laying the corn to cool. Then the electric knife would start up. I loved that sound and still do. It meant corn was falling off the cob, laying there beautifully. Then the corn was placed in bags and put in our huge freezer chest in the garage. But, that night we ate fresh corn-on-the-cob and big slices of tomatoes!
To the first sentence about us taking my parents out. We all needed to talk and laugh. We wanted to just love on them. Getting older is a given. It is not easy to adjust to changes, but it is easy to remember fond memories filled with love. We want to keep making sweet memories.
I thought it was fitting that this morning I opened up one of my mom’s old recipe books.
The Vegetables Cookbook A Southern Living Book 1975 and only one page had a piece of paper to hold its place:Page 112 with corn recipes!
We love our great big wonderful family full of love and memories! And I love having a special memory and then being reminded several times about it and in different ways.