I spent the day out in the country, sitting on the porch with my Aunt and Uncles.
I love it out there.
The woods have grown up over the years. Their place is shaded.
The Great Turkey Creek flows nearby.
While sittin’ on their porch, memories of good food from my childhood come flooding back: Turnip Greens, Fried Okra, Mashed Potatoes, Blackeyed Peas, and pipin’ hot Corn Bread.
Sitting with them is a nice walk down memory lane.
The foods of my youth tasted better than they taste today.
With older age, the tastebuds dull. I think. I could be wrong.
I know the food of my youth tasted fresher. I think because my tastebuds were newer. My tastebuds were fresh. Anyway.
I always think about “The Good Ol’ Days” when I visit with them.
My dad and one other Uncle come to sit with us on the porch as well.
The sun was out, and so were the wasps.
We didn’t care about the wasps, though.
We sat on the porch and watched cars go by.
One tree crew came by, cutting limbs away from the power lines.
I was noticing how much my two Uncles were looking more and more like their father, my “Tot Tot.”
Dad looks more like the pictures I’ve seen of my Grandmother.
I’m also out in the country where I live, but it’s not the same as returning to the area where I spent a lot of my youth.
I can imagine that if my Uncle had a Soda Cracker Barrel, it would be sittin’ on his porch, and we’d all sit there and talk while eating Soda Crackers from the barrel.
As we talked, I looked down through the woods and remembered playing chase, riding Go Carts, and fishing the creek.
And eating pipin’ hot buttered cornbread fresh out of the oven.
It was a good day.
