Mabel made dill pickles. Since it was bad luck to give away sour things, she demanded that we pay a penny for her goods. I imagine her recipes died with her. Miss Evie, our neighbor next door and Mabel's cousin, was a Pentecostal, and therefore not superstitious. She gave us her sweet pickles and the recipe freely. My dad gave her cucumbers and onions from our garden.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Monday, June 6, 2016
The warm sun bounced down through the leaves of my favorite tree. I'd finished my morning's work, and was now free to enjoy the afternoon. I settled into the perfect smooth corner the branches made with the trunk, and opened the book I'd brought up with me.
I wasn't thinking of anything but enjoying the afternoon, but as a mother and a teacher I now know that by reading all those books I was accidentally preventing something called the Summer Slide.