Post by ohtrap on Jul 24, 2009 9:39:33 GMT -5
This is a picture of my grandmother who passed away in 2005 at the age of 93. if you look close at the top of her hand on the table you'll see an edge of a knife that i have also. she was never without it. cuttin her pies or in the garden gatherin vegatables.
She was a great woman and grandma and I learned my cooking skills standing next to her at the stove.
I would love to taste her cooking just once more and one of her pies but her rasphberry pie especially.
My wife and I would always fixed Thanksgiving dinner and took it to her after pop (grandpa) passed and she would make a pie for my youngest daughters birthday who was born on the 26th of Nov. My youngest always remembers that and mentions it on her birthday when we talk of down home as we call it.
This is a picture that was taken 2 days before i left for the Marines in 79. Behind us is just the front edge of his garden it was always big enough to feed themselves, my aunts family as well as ours an half the community of Pyro.
He passed away in 1985 at the age of 84 from pneumonia that he got from falling into a creek while checking his mink traps. i can still take you to the exact spot today where he fell in at.
He said when he hit the water the heat was just sucked from his body and he just never got warm after that.
He was a well known for his Mink trapping abilities and was one heck of one mink trapper according to the people that knew him. i guess thats where i got my love for trappin them lil furballs from.
She was a great woman and grandma and I learned my cooking skills standing next to her at the stove.
I would love to taste her cooking just once more and one of her pies but her rasphberry pie especially.
My wife and I would always fixed Thanksgiving dinner and took it to her after pop (grandpa) passed and she would make a pie for my youngest daughters birthday who was born on the 26th of Nov. My youngest always remembers that and mentions it on her birthday when we talk of down home as we call it.
This is a picture that was taken 2 days before i left for the Marines in 79. Behind us is just the front edge of his garden it was always big enough to feed themselves, my aunts family as well as ours an half the community of Pyro.
He passed away in 1985 at the age of 84 from pneumonia that he got from falling into a creek while checking his mink traps. i can still take you to the exact spot today where he fell in at.
He said when he hit the water the heat was just sucked from his body and he just never got warm after that.
He was a well known for his Mink trapping abilities and was one heck of one mink trapper according to the people that knew him. i guess thats where i got my love for trappin them lil furballs from.