A Visit?
I made Grandma K.'s meatloaf, mashed potatoes and corn-on-the-cob tonight for supper. I had the iPod on shuffle as I started to husk the sweet corn. Ripping away the first strips of green and silk, the milky sweet scent of the corn came up to me just as the strains of Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade" came on the iPod.
In my mind, it was a late summer afternoon and Grandpa was bringing up the red wire bucket full of unshucked ears of sweet corn, fresh from the garden. We would sit out on the scratchy concrete steps of the back porch and husk all the corn. It makes a sound, the ripping away of the green, the snap of breaking off the tip of the cob and the silence between ears spent picking silk from between the kernels. And all the time that smell, like I smelled tonight, green from the husks and the milky sweet kernels.
Later we'd have the sweet corn for dinner, probably with a big, flooded plate of red tomatoes, a bowl of cucumbers drowning in mayo and salt and maybe some of Grandma's good hamburgers. Perfection.
They say that scents are some of the most powerful stimulators of memory and I'd have to agree. The addition of some good swing music at the same instant almost seems to be too coincidental....sometimes I'm pretty sure that this is the way that loved ones visit us after they've gone...
Just one of many memories from the farm that I'm grateful for...
In my mind, it was a late summer afternoon and Grandpa was bringing up the red wire bucket full of unshucked ears of sweet corn, fresh from the garden. We would sit out on the scratchy concrete steps of the back porch and husk all the corn. It makes a sound, the ripping away of the green, the snap of breaking off the tip of the cob and the silence between ears spent picking silk from between the kernels. And all the time that smell, like I smelled tonight, green from the husks and the milky sweet kernels.
Later we'd have the sweet corn for dinner, probably with a big, flooded plate of red tomatoes, a bowl of cucumbers drowning in mayo and salt and maybe some of Grandma's good hamburgers. Perfection.
They say that scents are some of the most powerful stimulators of memory and I'd have to agree. The addition of some good swing music at the same instant almost seems to be too coincidental....sometimes I'm pretty sure that this is the way that loved ones visit us after they've gone...
Just one of many memories from the farm that I'm grateful for...
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