tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post746325597330171829..comments2024-03-27T00:43:28.975-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: Dad's GardenVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-24114307588793705232018-02-14T14:09:05.777-06:002018-02-14T14:09:05.777-06:00Rob...I wonder if people didn't garden so much...Rob...I wonder if people didn't garden so much when they lived in town. Dad didn't garden much until we moved to the country.<br /><br />I think if I could grow only one thing, it would be tomatoes. Home grown always taste so much better than store bought. I love that your grandma gave away so many of her tomatoes. Folks shared like that years ago, didn't they.<br /><br />Glad you are giving your garden another go this year. Even if it doesn't produce a lot, everything you can grow is less you have to buy, and that is a good thing.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-45873279146123758172018-02-14T14:02:38.126-06:002018-02-14T14:02:38.126-06:00SJ...That was the largest garden Dad ever had with...SJ...That was the largest garden Dad ever had with the exception of the one his mother grew to feed their family. It was big enough so we could have vegetables to eat fresh and still have enough to can. Part of my love of that garden was the enjoyment of planting and watching things grow. The rest was the time spent in the garden with my Dad.<br /><br />What a great way to teach a child how to plant seeds. I think we were both blessed to have parents who encouraged us to 'play in the dirt.'<br /><br />No snow here. We are having a heat wave this week with temps in the thirties and maybe reaching 40 later this week. Enjoy your snuggle. I can just picture you and the dog and the fleece blanket. And the snores! Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-6378439810329933332018-02-14T13:51:45.903-06:002018-02-14T13:51:45.903-06:00Son...I'm glad you enjoy these stories about y...Son...I'm glad you enjoy these stories about your grandparents. I have a few more ready to publish.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-8327203617817426182018-02-14T13:48:55.391-06:002018-02-14T13:48:55.391-06:00Linda...I'm pretty sure your mother was happy ...Linda...I'm pretty sure your mother was happy to be outside in the garden. I know that when I was raising my family, I was the happiest when I could be outside in my garden.<br /><br />I have been lucky that the only plants that bother me are stinging nettles and poison ivy. Good thing, as I have always loved being outside digging in the dirt, watching the garden grow. Even pulling weeds did not bother me and I loved the produce from the garden. The tomatoes were really good, but cucumbers and green peas, eaten raw right from the garden, were the best!!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-52390226326344722802018-02-14T13:03:56.487-06:002018-02-14T13:03:56.487-06:00Another fine post. My grandma had a garden alone t...Another fine post. My grandma had a garden alone the sunny side of the house. She planted tomatoes that I remember. I think radishes and maybe cucumbers. One year my dad went up to Rush City, (his side are farmers) and brought home a large amount of manure. After that was tilled in that year she had tomatoes and share she did to anyone who wanted any. My folks didn't seem to do much gardening at all. We tried last year,it was so so, but we are doing it again this year.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-31909646756653844702018-02-14T09:43:27.828-06:002018-02-14T09:43:27.828-06:00Love the photos. And the story. That was some gard...Love the photos. And the story. That was some garden your Dad had.<br />My first garden memory - mom taking a marker and drawing a line on my finger. Then she sat me down in the middle of one planter in the dirt, gave me a a packet of seeds and told me to plant each seed as deep as the line on my finger. I was 5 or so.<br />My mom encouraged kids to play in the dirt!<br />Woke up to snow on the ground. Am cozy under my fleece blanket, on the recliner, dog snuggled underneath snoring.<br />Cheers, SJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-1403676191347514492018-02-14T05:57:57.967-06:002018-02-14T05:57:57.967-06:00I love these stories and the photos. I love these stories and the photos. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849600533788245671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-84130530690873194512018-02-13T16:47:57.185-06:002018-02-13T16:47:57.185-06:00Daddy planted a garden every year. I hated working...Daddy planted a garden every year. I hated working in them because the green growing made me itch. I begged not to go and promised mama I would wash the dishes and mop the floor. I was only seven and she saved me from the garden by convincing daddy to let me work in the house and she would work in the garden. She said she enjoyed being in the garden. I thought she said it to save me. But, she was stuck in the house all day and after dinner with dishes for a family of six. So, now I truly believe she did love the garden. She worked in their small garden during the Depression. Now, I love to grow things. I just take care not to let anything touch me. If it does, I go inside and wash my arm or hands. I do wear gloves and sleeves and long pants, but sometimes, green touches me. I remember all the wonderful tomatoes we enjoyed in the summer and the canned ones in the winter.<br />Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-3524120052322245652018-02-12T23:39:34.691-06:002018-02-12T23:39:34.691-06:00Yes they are, Gorges. I want to get them down bef...Yes they are, Gorges. I want to get them down before my memory fades away.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-39098242862260650492018-02-12T23:38:44.634-06:002018-02-12T23:38:44.634-06:00Thanks, Jenn. There are many good memories tied u...Thanks, Jenn. There are many good memories tied up in just those two photos. They are the only ones I have of Dad and his garden, and I cherish them.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-89308120216988869182018-02-12T17:43:15.084-06:002018-02-12T17:43:15.084-06:00Good memories!Good memories!Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-50792643483810104432018-02-12T15:25:09.953-06:002018-02-12T15:25:09.953-06:00I love this post Vicki! What great memories and ph...I love this post Vicki! What great memories and photos. Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12021355195598601028noreply@blogger.com