Dawn That was a touching and quite amazing story about your dad's family raising themselves. It really brought a lot of mental pictures to mind about survival in hard times. What would most folks do now in similar situations we wonder who've never been taught any gardening skills, and lived in apts in the cities, how in the world could they survive?? I think many of us here on the Okie garden web are becoming more aware all the time of not only how fickle the weather can be, but life as "we've known it", and maybe the good times aren't going to roll forever, as some, including myself, Carol, and others have mentioned. It's good to notice the weather and seasonal patterns, but it's also very, very important to be watchful about the signs of the times. Some of this "putting up" that we've been doing may be instinctual as we sense a coming need, and not only the fact that's it's something we do during the harvest season. I have maybe a scant 1/4 acre, but I keep putting more and more of it into garden. I'm not interested in having a show place flower garden anymore, and most of my plants and flowers from now on are going to be geared to eco-system, and attracting beneficals, even though to me, it still looks pretty. I'm just glad that although I live in a semi-rural area, I can still garden the way I want without so-called "protective covenants". My DS just build me a new large compost pile I have in the back corner under the shade of a pecan tree, and I even think it looks good, lol! I am very grateful to this forum and you Dawn for your work here, which is not only informative, but entertaining and very typically salt of the earth. Something I found very rare while living in the Denver sprawl. I appreciate the simple life, and it has brought me back to my own roots here in Oklahoma. The folks here on GW remind me so much of the people I knew in my childhood. And the gardening that came so naturally to my own folks and their friends. I can remember going to Missouri with my parents to visit my dad's brother and family on their farm, and all the wonderful foods that came out of the kitchen, homemade sausages, bacon or ham from the smokehouse, fresh country eggs, milk and butter from the dairy, homemade blackberry jam, hot biscuits with cream gravy. And that was just breakfast! After eating, my cousins and I would go play by the creek where the watercress grew prolifically, and then if we got hungry between meals would run in and get a salt shaker and head to the garden and pick tomatos off the vines, salt and eat them like they were candy, getting the juice all over our faces, of course. My own mom was quite a gardener herself, but not all that much of a cook, because she always worked, and didn't really have the time. But that woman could fry a chicken like no one else in the world. I've never been able to duplicate her method even though I'd grown up watching her. The one thing I remember is that she would always choose the smallest, most tender chickens, and maybe that was part of her secret. Whatever, she had a magic touch, just like your aunt's. And her cherry pies were a family treasure, thick with cherries and not just sweet filling. Well, I got waaaay off topic there, but I don't think the forum police are going to come after me. Anyways, thanks for that post......it really brought back some wonderful memories, and lots of nostalgia for by gone days. It was so sweet of you to make that special Spanish Fort Cream Pecan Pie in honor of your aunt. There has to be a special place in heaven for folks like that who've devoted themselves to raising their younger siblings and keeping the family pulled together during hard times. As for you, you may have to pull out that recipe for your special Skillet browned sugar cream pecan pie come Thanksgiving time, (or sooner)for the rest of us here. You never know when that "old school" cooking may become a necessary luxury again. Someone recently told me their daughter was studying the Depression in school, and had to make a "Depression Cake" using the most bare bones ingredients. We really have been both blessed and spoiled at times in the abundance of things, but we should never forget the lessons learned by those who went before us who learned survival skills and it would be good if we could learn these same skills ourselves in order to pass them on to our own children and the next generation. Not everything comes out of a carton, can, box or wrapper,..... or should! Barbara

ChickenCoupe, I would say that the orange looking small sweet potatoes were probably the Beauregard, though I am not an expert, I have never seen any white looking ones. Of course I bought the one's that I raised at the grocery store to make slips so do not know what kind they are for sure. I have read post that state they didn't like the Beauregards or that they were not as sweet as other kinds. But I have read that the Beauregards are famous for they're turn out. But if they are not sweet enough a little sugar can help that. A little dark brown sugar or molasses can is fantastic. I believe sometimes the soil has something to do with the way things taste. I know it does with watermelon & cantaloupe, as they will seem to taste sweeter if raised on sandy land than on dirt natured soil. Sweet potatoes may be the same way. I think onions taste different on different types of soil as some are more stronger tasting on some soils than others. But like I said that is just my opinion. And it doesn't count for much.

Lisa-in-Germany, were we twins separated at birth?? I could have written *exactly* the same post, but subbing “Sister” for “Dad.” I love the Karo filling but I can’t stand the nuts. I don’t like nuts of any sort. Mother thought a dish wasn’t fit to eat until she had found a way to put nuts in it. It made for an interesting childhood! ETA: OMG, I just saw how old this post is!

Thank you! It's now on my Thanksgiving dinner list for dessert.