Sure enough, Momma would take the yolks and it would be many years before the daughters learned that their mother also did not like the yolks. And the daughter recalled, “And Momma never said a word.”
Another friend recalled how her parents would sprinkle sugar on biscuits and then pour hot coffee over them before eating. I can remember my mother and Granddad and Grandmother Reynolds doing that. I never tasted it so I don't know whether I would like it or not.When we had cornbread for Sunday dinner, the left over cornbread would be crumbled into a glass of cold milk. I never ate that either! But Mother always managed to save a big piece of cornbread for supper.
Then we got away from food and into laundry. We all agreed that Monday had to be wash day. We also recalled the smell of the damp laundry when the outside “was not fit for drying.” When our mothers had to wash more than once a week because none of us had an expanded wardrobe, the laundry often was done by hand. It was too much trouble and too much waste of water to fill the wringer washer and the rinse tubs. A couple of outfits for school and our Sunday best just about took care of our wardrobes. Of course, when we got home from school our first job was to change our clothes and hang them up because more than likely they would be worn the next day or the next.
And we all agreed that we wore hand me downs, clothing handed from sister to sister or brother to brother. I inherited a lot of my clothes from a cousin in Irvine and when I finished with them, they were passed to my next sister and then on to other cousins. In those days times were hard, but good!
During the afternoon of recalling our youth, we recalled the closeness of the families in those early days, remembering when there was sickness how friends and families came to help in any way they could. We all agreed that those indeed were the good old days.
And thanks to my friends we are continuing to make memories. A group of women, most with children and grandchildren, sitting and giggling, like teenagers.
Guess part of us will always be young, as long as