tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post4220989313782013324..comments2023-04-02T04:12:22.602-05:00Comments on Ms Sparrow: Suppertime, Westbrook MN--1950Ms Sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-801944972118366372016-06-02T22:04:20.265-05:002016-06-02T22:04:20.265-05:00I wanted to send you a message to let you know I a...I wanted to send you a message to let you know I am thinking of you and that I miss you. Hugs.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692170857496442623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-53422188382112956392015-12-26T09:56:19.263-06:002015-12-26T09:56:19.263-06:00Was excited to see you have returned to your blog....Was excited to see you have returned to your blog. I was thinking about you because as Frankie and I walked this morning a flock of sparrows flew up from a hedge and that made me think Sparrowtree, which in turn made me think Janice. I thought warm fuzzy thoughts of you and that made me look at your blog. I retired June of 2014. Spent a year being quite--turned out I had a major vitamin deficiency (D) that was making me completely listless. One of the meds I take depletes vit D, so I was taking 100% of necessary vit D daily but it was translating to my body as almost no vit D. Luckily no serious repercussions. Am beginning to be human. Hope your Christmas was good.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12311897004157386571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-88967335504487778152015-12-20T13:41:26.166-06:002015-12-20T13:41:26.166-06:00Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Ms Sparrow, to...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Ms Sparrow, to you and your lovely family.Kittie Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07756250649095903317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-963551155274999572015-11-15T15:55:29.524-06:002015-11-15T15:55:29.524-06:00Troutbirder--I imagine that small town living was ...Troutbirder--I imagine that small town living was pretty much the same for us native Minnesotans. We listened to The Lone Ranger on the radio and listened to 78's on the phonograph player. Mom cooked with "bottle gas" and sometimes we'd run out and have to use the hot plate to get by till they came to replace it. We never locked our doors and never worried about playing outside after dark. I learned that my cousin had married a man in Florida who was divorced and thought that only people from Florida got divorces. I had never heard of anyone else getting a divorce except movie stars. Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-26577848081764383922015-11-15T09:21:40.643-06:002015-11-15T09:21:40.643-06:00How sweet & very familiar to my own growing up...How sweet & very familiar to my own growing up in the forties & fifties....:)troutbirderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087811292280881959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-67222742055137142732015-11-13T14:12:04.883-06:002015-11-13T14:12:04.883-06:00We lived in the suburbs and my father worked in th...We lived in the suburbs and my father worked in the city. I remember the noon bell going off at the fire station, though, now that I think about it. Then we moved to Brooklyn and my father worked in Downtown Brooklyn. The water tanks sat on top of our building. No whistle!Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-80030369258930371432015-11-13T13:27:02.910-06:002015-11-13T13:27:02.910-06:00Kittie--I'm going to have to google red-eye gr...Kittie--I'm going to have to google red-eye gravy to see how it's made. My dad would insist on having gravy with mashed potatoes so my mom just added some cornstarch to the ham broth but it made some salty, wimpy gravy. I always make baked potatoes with ham which avoids that problem! Dad also had a sweet tooth which I inherited so desserts were pretty regular. I was baking cakes from scratch before I was 10 and they never, ever went uneaten!Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-33425632699028353802015-11-13T13:06:45.614-06:002015-11-13T13:06:45.614-06:00Mitchell--I wonder if the water tower whistle wasn...Mitchell--I wonder if the water tower whistle wasn't a small town thing. My dad was a carpenter so they would "knock off" at noon for lunch at 6:00 for supper. Coffee breaks were called "a little lunch" and might include sandwiches and bakery items as well as coffee. Where did your dad work?Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-51602552977648043352015-11-13T09:12:30.045-06:002015-11-13T09:12:30.045-06:00We also ate at 5:00 and had rotating sibling clean...We also ate at 5:00 and had rotating sibling clean-up duties. Once in a while we'd have fried chicken (Crisco) or fried ham (redeye gravy, which I still love on rice once in a while). Chicken stew was a favorite. But, mostly, we ate a lot of seafood and beans (red beans and rice being a LA favorite) and lots of veggies, but only fresh and pretty easy to get/inexpensive in South Louisiana. In winter, we'd have home-canned veggies, like green beans and beets and so on my grandmother put up. To this day, I can't handle the taste of store-bought canned veggies, want to gag is they're slipped into a stew or whatever. Once in a while my mother'd bake a chocolate cake, but since none of us had a sweet tooth, some of the cake would just sit there. When in season, we'd pig-out on peaches and figs and pears and blackberries and so on. I'm thankful for those early eating habits and still pile on the salad (no dressing) and veggies. My hub thinks I'm a rabbit! :)))))))))))Kittie Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07756250649095903317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-73195529572562583252015-11-09T12:52:58.702-06:002015-11-09T12:52:58.702-06:00These are sweet memories. Just the thought of the ...These are sweet memories. Just the thought of the 6:00 whistle on the water tower...<br /><br />I grew up in a very different house. My father expected dinner on the table promptly after he arrived home around 7. My mother almost never fried anything. Roasted, grilled, boiled, but rarely fried. A wide variety of vegetables on the table -- unfortunately, usually overcooked and slightly gray. And, except for ice cream, or my mother's wonderful baking, a typical dessert was fruit. I'm grateful now because I developed healthy eating habits. But I can sure binge!Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-3040519433465058542015-11-08T16:32:01.296-06:002015-11-08T16:32:01.296-06:00Meggie--We also ate lots of margarine back then be...Meggie--We also ate lots of margarine back then because it was cheaper than butter.<br />(When I got married in 1958, one wedding gift consisted of a set of salt & pepper shakers and a covered can for bacon grease to be reused.) Small wonder that both of my parents died of heart problems. Thank goodness for modern medicine.<br /><br />Nancy--I remember having a hard time eating fried beef and pork chops when I was a kid. I think maybe it was considered safer to overcook it like that, or maybe they were cheaper cuts of meat that were just tougher. I hated canned peas and never ate them so I forgot to mention them.<br />Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-58639726702448690102015-11-08T14:40:03.900-06:002015-11-08T14:40:03.900-06:00Our vegetables were canned peas, corn, and green b...Our vegetables were canned peas, corn, and green beans, in regular rotation. And iceberg lettuce "salad" with French dressing. My mother did cook many varieties of meat and potatoes, although if beef or pork was involved it was usually cooked until very, very dry and stringy. Sigh. Nancy/BLissed-Out Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17223278142557533175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-29584107322086947422015-11-05T08:58:23.987-06:002015-11-05T08:58:23.987-06:00Enjoyed your post...I do remember Crisco...when I ...Enjoyed your post...I do remember Crisco...when I first married, it would show up on my grocery shopping list. In those days, frying was just part of meal planning. Cholesterol was never the topic of conversation.Meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512116319930586068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-29338685772004258872015-11-04T17:44:09.459-06:002015-11-04T17:44:09.459-06:00Rian, being "inlanders" we never had sea...Rian, being "inlanders" we never had seafood of any kind--unless you include canned tuna. I was an adult before I sampled shrimp, lobster and crabcakes. I've never acquired a taste for it. I can eat shrimp with lots of cocktail sauce and batter-fried fish with lots of tartar sauce, but that's all. I agree that fresh vegs are way better than the canned stuff. I just remembered that sometimes the only meat on the table would be a jar of pickled herring and I still enjoy eating that. We'd also have jars of pickled pork hocks--great with fried potatoes and pork & beans. I gave them up because of the fat and salt content.Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-88366065276066409162015-11-04T17:26:49.578-06:002015-11-04T17:26:49.578-06:00Mama cooked liver and onions too... and I loved it...Mama cooked liver and onions too... and I loved it. We also had canned peaches and evaporated milk! And we had mostly canned veggies, very little fresh (now I eat nothing but fresh - taste is totally different). However, we always had fresh seafood. One of mama's rules was that you never ate seafood unless it was fresh. Since we lived in New Orleans, it was an easy rule to follow.<br />Rianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09472421271620543536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-82383844740700925102015-11-04T14:42:49.609-06:002015-11-04T14:42:49.609-06:00Joanne, I remember helping my mom can peaches. It ...Joanne, I remember helping my mom can peaches. It was always a miserable hot day and the kitchen would get so steamy. I swore that I would never do it when I grew up!<br /><br />Fliss, I loved fried liver too, and I still do although I'm now more partial to chicken livers. My dad would fry sliced summer sausage and then fry a slice of bread in the grease. I tried it and it was very tasty! We would often have light cream on canned fruit and other desserts like bread pudding.Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-33802861075220274072015-11-04T01:04:50.883-06:002015-11-04T01:04:50.883-06:00The memories which food can evoke! One childhood...The memories which food can evoke! One childhood treat which I remember so well was liver and onions fried in lard, the best bit being to be given a thick slice of home made bread to wipe out the frying pan. We children loved that more than the liver, of course. Sunday teatime treats included tinned peaches with evaporated milk - or on special occasions tinned fruit cocktail with evap and a fight to see who got the most cherry halves.Felicity Parsonsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037665037475387929.post-14732734729211609152015-11-03T18:59:52.876-06:002015-11-03T18:59:52.876-06:00We often had peaches for dessert. Mom canned them....We often had peaches for dessert. Mom canned them. When there was a child small enough to sit on the counter and slip the peach halves in by hand, there were no fork holes in the halves. Children, and later grandchildren had the job. Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com