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|Antique Kitchen Cabinet With Flour Sifter|
Recent research has generally shown several improvements in overall quality of life for families who eat the family meal together. Communication occurs at the family table. Parents know what their children are doing and with whom they are involved. Children will have a more clear cut understanding of the boundaries being set by parents and will also be less likely to cross those boundaries. Problems which might be beginning with a child can be detected sooner with the added interaction of the family table. But the real point to this posting was to discuss the concept of supper time in Appalachia.
I can still remember hearing my mother calling me to come home for supper if I was in the yard, at the barn, or in fields nearby. And when I was late, I could always know that she was serious when she reached the point of using my full legal name when she called. We did not say grace at our house unless it was Sunday dinner and a few people might have stopped after church to eat with us. It was always the custom in the Old Regular Baptists to invite people in to eat dinner after church especially if they had come from a distance. But regardless of who was at the table, we all sat down and ate the meals together. And since both of my parents worked at home in the store, it was much easier for us to have a schedule which allowed all of us to eat at the same time. The food might be simple, cheap, home grown, or caught in the woods. But it was wholesome, delicious, nutritious, and filling. And we knew we were eating in the company of people who loved us.
|Sorting Or "Looking" Pinto Beans|
Mainstays of the menus would be potatoes, greens, corn, macaroni and tomatoes, beans (either pintos, green beans, or shucked beans), pork, and chicken. I think often of the old style meals we ate and still have a few of them at home. I have been able to introduce my wife, who grew up in Wisconsin, to many of the old Appalachian meals and some of them have become her favorites also. Although she was 23 when we met in Northwest Pennsylvania, I cooked the first pinto beans, shucked beans, and macaroni and tomatoes she ever ate. Today, they are three of her favorite foods. We actually still make shucked beans each summer so that we never run out and can have them at least every week or two.
Other mountain meals which I remember fondly but rarely have anymore include mush, fried cornbread and gravy, hog lights (lungs) and potatoes, pork brains and eggs, baked ground hog, rabbit, turtle, squirrels and gravy, and dumplings made with the unfinished eggs from the laying hen with which they were made. Mush and fried cornbread and gravy were two meals which generally were cooked when a family had little or nothing else to eat. Although my parents generally had more than their neighbors, they still made a point now and then to have both mush and fried cornbread and gravy. They are simple, dirt cheap, and filling. They were meals which poor people could eat and manage to complete a day in the corn field, log woods, or coal mines. Many of these meals may have been cooked on an old wood burning step stove. They might have been eaten at a table made from rough oak lumber from the sawmill up the creek. The milk probably came from Old Bossie at the barn. The milk or water was probably drunk from jelly glasses. The plates might have been an advertising premium which came with a sack of flour. We might have known the hog by name which provided the meat. A family member may have caught the fish or shot the squirrels. The water was probably drawn in a bucket from a dug well. One of the children may have been seated on the fifty pound lard bucket which provided the fat in which the food was fried. And I maintain that we were better off for all those experiences.
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Once in a while, it is a good idea to revert to our childhoods in Appalachia and have a meal with some of these old standbys. It is also a great idea to make every body in the household come in, sit down at the same time, look each other in the eye, turn off all electric and electronic devices, and talk while we eat. It helps us hold on to our memories, honor our heritage, and preserve our culture by passing it on to the next generation.
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