“My first memory of lemonade was at Grandpa Collins’s house. My mother’s sisters, India, Avery and Ethel were what we called “unclaimed blessings,” ladies who were “old maids,” or not yet married. They worked on the farm, along with Uncle Esley, also unmarried, and cared for Grandpa Collins, who by my time of remembrance of him, had somewhat retired to the porch swing to sit out the summers in the shade. The four of his children still at home ran the farm and the country store. And in my frequent stays there, I remember my introduction to lemonade. They also had the first refrigerator in that area of Choestoe, and also had a place to put the pitcher of good-tasting lemonade to make it cold, cold! With only two trays of ice in the small refrigerator, ice was still at a premium, so we were satisfied with the sweet-pungent-tasting lemonade just being cold! That was a real treat after hoeing rows of corn or gathering something from the garden for the good meals my aunts made to be served from the lazy-susan table, where all the dishes to serve were put on the “turn-around” so they could go by each person seated at the large round table with its lazy-Susan top. That table dominated its special place in one section of that large farmhouse kitchen. Those were the days of my growing-up years! Sweet memories!”
Ethelene Dyer Jones – July 2016
I’m sad to say I haven’t made lemonade one time this summer, but Ethelene’s memories made me wish I had. I guess it’s not too late since there’s still a bit of summer left.