Aside from the moist eyes this brought me as you captured those summers and the joy of Red Tonys, I would humbly offer the tang of the port wine cheddar spread that was very occasionally offered up as a treat from our maternal grandparents.
"Wool afghan tucked under toes and fingertips." Just one of so many phrases I wished I had written. I am so glad you are sharing your experiences with us. We are all the richer for it. Thanks and have a great week. Keep the doodles and words flowing. Much love. Weesie
Such an evocative post! " I remember the salt; I remember their shiny little eyes; I remember the crunch." I remember once catching a single minnow using a milk bottle with string around the top - I was at the lake with my grandpa, and I would have been about five. We put it back, though.
We used to dig up quahogs and my mother would mince them, mix them with seasonings and breadcrumbs and re-stuff the shells before baking them. She served them to us for dinner at the beach while the adults observed the cocktail hour. G&T's for some, always scotch for her.
My father's parents sound like your father's parents in so many ways. Do you have pictures of your father's father wearing a dress-like outfit until he was three and ready for trousers by any chance? Ringlets too?
Aside from the moist eyes this brought me as you captured those summers and the joy of Red Tonys, I would humbly offer the tang of the port wine cheddar spread that was very occasionally offered up as a treat from our maternal grandparents.
"Wool afghan tucked under toes and fingertips." Just one of so many phrases I wished I had written. I am so glad you are sharing your experiences with us. We are all the richer for it. Thanks and have a great week. Keep the doodles and words flowing. Much love. Weesie
Such an evocative post! " I remember the salt; I remember their shiny little eyes; I remember the crunch." I remember once catching a single minnow using a milk bottle with string around the top - I was at the lake with my grandpa, and I would have been about five. We put it back, though.
I had to Google the gorgeous word 'quahog'!
We used to dig up quahogs and my mother would mince them, mix them with seasonings and breadcrumbs and re-stuff the shells before baking them. She served them to us for dinner at the beach while the adults observed the cocktail hour. G&T's for some, always scotch for her.
My father's parents sound like your father's parents in so many ways. Do you have pictures of your father's father wearing a dress-like outfit until he was three and ready for trousers by any chance? Ringlets too?
Enjoyed this, my strongest recalls are usually from smell so found it interesting. Think I would like to try that recipe