Purple hull peas take me back a waysA much different time than nowadays
When you planted a garden for a whole crowd
And getting out of chores was not allowed
You planted and watered, picked and shelled
Stopping only for the dinner bell
If you wanted to eat what was grown
You kept on working without a moan
Back then the “grocery store” was the farm
You worked with your family arm and arm
And, what was grown thru blood, sweat and tears
Had to last the family for the year
After the harvests and the shelling
Came the canning with no rebelling
All went in jars after the water boiled
That was to make sure that nothing spoiled
Then, in the dead of winter, you see
Out came jars filled with purple hull peas
There were beans, corn and some tomatoes too
The pantry was filled with “what we grew”
A garden is seldom grown these days
People spend their time in other ways
But, the truth is those days were sublime
Southern peas, family and canning time
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4 comments:
Fantastic!! Brings back a lot of good memories.
I planted Purple Hull peas in my garden this year.. for the first time!
And, everytime I go out to check on them, I am reminded of my grandmother!
Her policy was "You gotta help shell 'em or you don't git to eat 'em!" Needless to say, I shelled. :-)
Some were called Victory gardens.
Now I know what the peas look like up close
thanks
Sure I remember but i'm older than you lol Very good, keep on truckin gal Ned
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