tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post2949783855078604350..comments2024-03-19T18:14:11.757-04:00Comments on Pics & Pieces: Cast iron pot...Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08015780995837712115noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-11314321966867759922014-02-28T09:14:22.035-05:002014-02-28T09:14:22.035-05:00that child would have been a hit on Art Linkletter...that child would have been a hit on Art Linkletter.<br />In the winter, my cast iron pot stores firewood by the wood stove. In the summer, not sure yet...haha.Thistle Cove Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15722295191884810953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-1685169618558932002014-02-28T06:24:16.065-05:002014-02-28T06:24:16.065-05:00I wish I had asked my grandparents more questions ...I wish I had asked my grandparents more questions and written the answers down. What a shame that we don't care so much until it's too late.EG CameraGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12803759124643467711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-64576900088748153052014-02-27T18:37:07.624-05:002014-02-27T18:37:07.624-05:00I just love hearing about Lorelei...I always smile...I just love hearing about Lorelei...I always smile or giggle out loud. Sometimes I wish I had grown up on a farm....you guys all have such interesting stories to share.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03615619898193867797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-81125445475171662652014-02-27T18:37:07.397-05:002014-02-27T18:37:07.397-05:00I just love hearing about Lorelei...I always smile...I just love hearing about Lorelei...I always smile or giggle out loud. Sometimes I wish I had grown up on a farm....you guys all have such interesting stories to share.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03615619898193867797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-52275478870722950552014-02-27T14:52:50.822-05:002014-02-27T14:52:50.822-05:00My Dad lived and grew up on a farm. We don't h...My Dad lived and grew up on a farm. We don't have but a couple of old treasures. One is a glazed jug my husband dug up out of the ground near an old cellar house and the other is a iron pot big enough to make apple butter in. My husband helped my Dad carry it out of the 'hollow'. It had a handle so they used a pole to carry it on. It sits on the top of an old cistern at my Mom's. I never thought to ask what they used it for exactly but I assume it served many uses. I'm sure my Dad could have told me stories but back then it wasn't an interest like it is to me today.<br />You have your blog which is a record but you should write your stories down for Lorelei to keep. Don't just write down your stories but her 'stories' with you as well. :)Carlettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11178161514195582965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-23945732893987902672014-02-27T13:59:30.978-05:002014-02-27T13:59:30.978-05:00I remember my mother always used lard when cooking...I remember my mother always used lard when cooking and I also used it during our early years of marriage. When you had hogs butchered, the lard would usually be put into a big can, maybe 10 gallon can? It would last a long time if you kept it in a cool place. I loved the cracklings!<br />I'm like you and wish I'd written things down.<br />Lorelei is just too cute. Love reading about her and the things she says!Cheryl @ TFDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947085477739983984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-12389614188105135282014-02-27T12:10:37.725-05:002014-02-27T12:10:37.725-05:00That's funny how kids get things stuck in thei...That's funny how kids get things stuck in their minds and it becomes A Thing to them. Did the lard smell as it was cooking? Were your hands soft for a bit after you got that chore done? Caronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05799102663192977025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-61899335749406544042014-02-27T10:46:59.482-05:002014-02-27T10:46:59.482-05:00I enjoyed reading of the "lard' making da...I enjoyed reading of the "lard' making days. The conversations with Lorelei are priceless. What a sharp yound lady!donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11683101466651668784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-68204212092379666482014-02-27T07:57:42.437-05:002014-02-27T07:57:42.437-05:00mother used Crisco lard and i have never seen the ...mother used Crisco lard and i have never seen the home made lard...i like the pot, i could build a fire in it and take photos...LOL.<br />L is just to cute for words... i wish i had asked mother questions and written them down because the details of memories are gone. and non one knows because they are all deceased now. mother, daddy and all my aunts and uncles... that leaves us with a lot of gaps in memoryMadSnapperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08163140037276496519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-32368429488228056982014-02-27T02:02:43.738-05:002014-02-27T02:02:43.738-05:00What a kid, that Lorelei. So cute. So funny. Are...What a kid, that Lorelei. So cute. So funny. Are you writting all this down and not just on your blog? <br /><br />Bob and I just rendered beef fat into Suet. sorta like rendering lard. Lard is pig--tallow is beef. I know you know that.<br />we are not using the tallow for making anything but suet for the birds. It is so pretty and shiny white. We cut it up in small pieces and then through the meat grinder hoping it would cook faster. MBSmall City Sceneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12307313549480618415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-66190183476159828762014-02-26T23:10:47.880-05:002014-02-26T23:10:47.880-05:00The stories . . . the innocence . . .
I am often ...The stories . . . the innocence . . . <br />I am often wishing I could ask my mom and dad things, wished I had been more astute to have done so when they were alive. <br />Maybe why I believe in and try to tell my stories . . .Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08723721131329150461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-26664630282866647932014-02-26T21:46:18.606-05:002014-02-26T21:46:18.606-05:00Rose I was reading some of your post and enjoyed r...Rose I was reading some of your post and enjoyed reading about your life. Also loved seeing your quilts, was looking for pictures of your string quilt but haven't found it yet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />joyce delphhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870251354228447367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-2104704907188932192014-02-26T21:43:03.045-05:002014-02-26T21:43:03.045-05:00Lorelei is so funny - And a very quick study I thi...Lorelei is so funny - And a very quick study I think!Montanagirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16428565909247665015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-613962048269673232014-02-26T21:37:20.419-05:002014-02-26T21:37:20.419-05:00I remember when lard was standard fare. We sent on...I remember when lard was standard fare. We sent one of our hogs to a professional butcher and it came back with a giant tin of lard. I guess that is something people really wanted and expected to get back when their hog was slaughtered. Now I am allergic to pork. Really.Quiltedtimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03210015070612659978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162042727452052782.post-65458679686900436572014-02-26T21:23:50.073-05:002014-02-26T21:23:50.073-05:00Wonderful post! That's a cute story, I got to...Wonderful post! That's a cute story, I got to eat first. Love it! I also enjoyed your memories of your mom. Wish I had asked more questions and written more things down but I guess that's just the way it is. We don't figure it out until years later. I'm just thankful that I have the memories that I do and I have tried to record them. DeniseinVAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08494518513936310345noreply@blogger.com