Last updated December 27, 2020
Food memories.
Klondike. When I got the notice of Aunt Anna Disher’s death, I was reminded of one of Mom’s favorite desserts. She and Anna enjoyed Klondike bars. As far back a I can remember, there were Klondike bars in the refrigerator’s freezer. Long after the nest was empty, she still asked anyone going shopping to pick some up for her.
Cherry Pie. I’m writing this on July Fourth and it brings back memories of cherry pies. On the hill behind the house which went all the way up to Braham Street were a dozen or so cherry trees. In the spring we kids would be sent out back with buckets to pick the ripe cherries. Once we got the cherries into the house, mom would have us pit the cherries using hair pins. From the pitted cherries mom would make cherry pies, cherry jelly and cherry juice. We got to do this wonderful chore about once a week until all the cherries were gone. Nobody made cherry pies and cherry jelly as good as mom’s.
Phillip’s Pea Soup. Dad had picked up several cases of Phillips Pea Soup from the railroad salvage yard. We had pea soup almost every day for what must have been months. Besides the pea soup, there would often appear cans of food without labels. Talk about “Pot Luck”! Other foods that popped up often were “Welfare” cheese, powdered milk, and margarine. Remember squeezing the package to mix in the color to make the white margarine yellow to look more like butter?