Grandma/Grandpa taught me…  Sorry I’m late this week, folks!
Sunday, October 2, 2011  Grandma/Grandpa taught me…  When you
made it past the bushes with those white berries, up the porch
adorned with red geraniums, and through the door, there was a
hallway. To the left was the back room where the piano (and some
plants) lived. To the right was the kitchen. Somewhere in that
hallway, in that entryway, there was a pantry and a deep freezer
(one of those big ones that you lift open, not the tall ones)
where Grandma kept the dreamsicles.  Somehow, we managed to set
up a card table in that small corner of Grandma Schmitzer’s
house. And there we sat, with a big bowl of fresh green beans,
carefully cutting them to be canned. I can still smell it—fresh
green beans have a crisp, earthy smell (like clean dirt, if that
were possible).  I can’t say that Grandma taught me how to can
green beans, because I honestly only remember cutting them. I
can’t even say that she taught me how to cut them. What I can
tell you for sure