Daily Prompt; Free Association/ Daily Post

English: Yellow and green Bell peppers, North ...


Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home.

. . . soil.

. . . rain.

Use those words in the title of your post.

The memories of the home farm with the rich soil that soaked up the rains.

Home; For some reason I never think of my home I live in. I think back to the home of my parents. I don’t really have good memories of their latest home they lived in. They had built that home about five years before mom died.

If I go back to the home that stood there prior to my parents purchasing the piece of ground, that is where the good memories come to front and make me smile. Plenty of fun playing with cousins. Eating good food at Grandma’s house. This land held my grandma’s house first and then my parents.

The outhouse that we used to tell ghost stories about when all of us kids were outside playing at dusk. Riding bikes, walking back to the woods with granddad to pick hickory nuts. Working in the garden with the family. Yes, lots of wonderful memories.

Soil; watching granddad work the land. He farmed eighty acres. His tractor was not modern like the ones you see today. It was a gray tractor, I can remember this. He raised lots of corn.

Rain; The best thing I can remember about rain on the farm is we didn’t have to work in the garden. Instead there were plenty of produce waiting in the summer kitchen to be put up for the winter.

I helped to take corn off the cob so it could be frozen. It is still my favorite type of corn to eat today. I always pick frozen over canned. I helped to make tomato juice. I remember mom teaching me how to use the sieve to squish the juice out of the ripe tomatoes. There was always green beans to snap, potatoes to dig, and green peas to pop out of the pods.

My entire family froze and canned everything they could grow in the garden. So although we didn’t have to work in the garden during rainy days, we worked maybe harder putting stock up for the winters.

I miss those days. I don’t have the energy to do a big garden today. I don’t even have the space to put a garden. I would be interested in doing some patio gardens in clay pots. Maybe some cherry tomatoes and one plant of beef steak tomatoes for sandwiches. Another pot could hold some green bell peppers. The biggest challenge would be the deer that wander through the neighborhood. Would they eat the plants before they produced the gold or would they stop by for a snack of the ripe veggies. I don’t know how to deal with that. I do know that I hate paying high prices for organic. Organic to me is what we grew back in the day, but now we have to pay a higher price. To be able to go out my door and pick a pepper would be wonderful.

17 thoughts on “Daily Prompt; Free Association/ Daily Post

  1. Evening Terry! That all sounded so wonderful and like heaps of fun! I thought of you and Al today. I was in my car and…… He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother was playing! ….Hugs Paula xxx


  2. My husband always says that were you are living now is home. HOGWASH!

    Yes, home is where you are living now, but it is also where you came from. I have good memories from “one particular home” too. Thank you for reminding me, Terry!

    I love this post!


  3. wow, what similar experiences we shared here. my mamaw and papaws farm was where i spent some early growing up years. everything you say brings back great memories for me. i was just talking to a lady on break how i remember eating the family spaghetti recipe that was made from the last jars of papaw’s canned tomatoes. homegrown tomatoes made a wonderful difference that store bought canned tomatoes can’t touch. the delights of farm life are special, and hindsight bears fruit of life lessons we learned along the way but may not have fully absorbed.

    and corn on the cob, yum. frozen in bags from the farm also ran out, as mamaw and papaw have been gone awhile. but growing up and into my college years i always called it “papaw corn”, lol.


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  5. …. a love to tribute to your childhood and growing up – even if I know that it wasn’t always that fun and gentle, but here you gave us the great memories .. and the solid moments. Thanks for sharing.


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