While sipping morning coffee, reading notes from friends and readers. I’m reminded that over the
years the privilege of writing Memories has gifted me with many friendships. I look upon each
new day as a gift and feel blessed to have loyal readers.
I go back to childhood remembering one of the simplest days turns out to be a wonderful memory.
Bean picking time; my mission took me no further then a scamper across the cow
pasture on a hot summer day to fetch a pail of fresh picked green beans from Aunt Nanny
To my mind, a scramble across the pasture on a summer day turned out to be like an adventure-
filled odyssey that I remember to this day…
As far back as I can remember, grandma’s ritual for canning started by dragging out her canning
equipment, with bushel baskets of beans to snap, while sitting on the back porch.
Grandma called canning time “putting up” for winter months.
Our family planted a vegetable garden, but sometimes bartered with neighbors for
different kinds of vegetables to satisfy grandma’s variety to fill her pantry with jars lining the
shelves to ensure good eating through the winter months.
Aunt Nanny’s beans were the best for stringing on threads to dry, better know as shuck beans or
Grandma called a mess of shuck beans cooked on a winter day, “comfort food at its best.”
Aunt Nanny was keeping a watchful eye for me to arrive up the garden path from the
pasture that separated our houses.
Grandma urged me not to dilly-dally too long at the pond she knew I always stopped to make a
Wish I hoped to come true.
The pond was filled with wiggly tadpoles that held my attention long enough to see a beautiful
Dragonfly take flight and disappeared in the tall pond plants.
Continuing on I soon encountered my first real obstacle, a barbed wire fence that always
snagged my clothing no matter how careful I navigated it. This day I managed to free myself,
swinging the empty pail over my head scooting on through the opening.
Aunt Nanny waited patiently on my arrival; I think it was a treat for her to see my well scrubbed
face in spite of my well worn clothes. She knew I was on a mission-helping grandma.
She filled my pail to the top with beans and reminded me to be careful on the trip back to
The loaded pail was heavy with the beans. I could not swing it as freely as when it was empty. I
I knew Aunt Nanny was keeping a watchful eye on my trip back so I completely stayed focused
until I crossed the fence. My exploring nature slowed me down to watch a beautiful butterfly
that appeared to dance on a field flower then I crossed the fence without spilling the
As I think back to that childhood memory, a scramble across a pasture on a summer’s day to fetch
a pail of beans seemed like an adventure-filled odyssey, participating in a summer ritual
preserving a lot more the vegetables.
Millie’s thought for today author unknown: “Oh the merry days when we were young, by hill and
forest glen, we chased the shadows then, none could blithe as we were young.”
My quote for today; “enjoy the little things, as for one day you may look back and realize they
were the big things.”