Grandma's Buscuit Buffet

[Stella]

I stayed with my Grandma cause Mama had to work in the field.
It was Grandma who had the responsibility of keeping my tummy filled.
We drew our water from a well with a bucket that lowered down.
I would suspect we were not the only ones to do this in our town.

Grandma drew the bucket up with cold water from deep down in the ground.
We all took turns drinking from the dipper which was dented all around.
She made biscuits only once each day and she put them in the buffet.
A biscuit and some homemade jelly was breakfast for the day.

We didn't have a toliet just a wooden building she called the ole outhouse.
Needless to say it was a two seater and often visited by a mouse.
My hiney was too small and I was afraid to sit upon the seat.
So Granda held my hands my hindy for to keep.

I had two cousins that Grandma kept too.
We made a playhouse from old bottles and pans that were broken into.
I was Miss Loney and my cousin was Miss Froney.
I know this entire story sound a great deal like baloney.

We had one giant pear tree that grew the most delicious pears.
We spent the afternoon throwing rocks at them but Grandma didn't care.
I remember the most beautiful one was right up at the top.
I threw rocks all day until I watched that pear hit the ground and land with a
glorious plop.

Then we come to the Black Draught tale and oh I hated it.
She would pour it in a spoon and we would pitch a fit.
This stuff was made of devils doo, I really do believe.
She said it kept us healthy not once noticing all our gags and heaves.

Then we have the Peach Snuff that came in a little tin round can.
She put a pinch under her lip, this I could not understand.
So I decided I would sneak a pinch and do just like she did.
I forgot to spit it out and I turned green as grass under the bed where I hid.

I just knew for sure I was going to die.
No one could save me now and I be gone in the blink of an eye.
Hours passed and finally I sneaked past Grandma running for the ole outhouse.
This time I wasn't even phased by the thought of a skinny mouse.

The Sears Roebuck catalog made good for many things.
It was the Christmas toy book and also toliet paper unlike that of noble kings.
After all those years at Grandma's she holds a special place in my heart.
She was the first one to tell me about Jesus and a piece of God's precious work of art.

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

I stayed with my Grandma cause Mama had to work in the field.
It was Grandma who had the responsibility of keeping my tummy filled.
We drew our water from a well with a bucket that lowered down.
I would suspect we were not the only ones to do this in our town.
Grandma drew the bucket up with cold water from deep down in the ground.
We all took turns drinking from the dipper which was dented all around.
She made biscuits only once each day and she put them in the buffet.
A biscuit and some homemade jelly was breakfast for the day.
We didn't have a toliet just a wooden building she called the ole outhouse.
Needless to say it was a two seater and often visited by a mouse.
My hiney was too small and I was afraid to sit upon the seat.
So Granda held my hands my hindy for to keep.
I had two cousins that Grandma kept too.
We made a playhouse from old bottles and pans that were broken into.
I was Miss Loney and my cousin was Miss Froney.
I know this entire story sound a great deal like baloney.
We had one giant pear tree that grew the most delicious pears.
We spent the afternoon throwing rocks at them but Grandma didn't care.
I remember the most beautiful one was right up at the top.
I threw rocks all day until I watched that pear hit the ground and land with a
glorious plop.
Then we come to the Black Draught tale and oh I hated it.
She would pour it in a spoon and we would pitch a fit.
This stuff was made of devils doo, I really do believe.
She said it kept us healthy not once noticing all our gags and heaves.
Then we have the Peach Snuff that came in a little tin round can.
She put a pinch under her lip, this I could not understand.
So I decided I would sneak a pinch and do just like she did.
I forgot to spit it out and I turned green as grass under the bed where I hid.
I just knew for sure I was going to die.
No one could save me now and I be gone in the blink of an eye.
Hours passed and finally I sneaked past Grandma running for the ole outhouse.
This time I wasn't even phased by the thought of a skinny mouse.
The Sears Roebuck catalog made good for many things.
It was the Christmas toy book and also toliet paper unlike that of noble kings.
After all those years at Grandma's she holds a special place in my heart.
She was the first one to tell me about Jesus and a piece of God's precious work of art.

This brought back so many memories Miss Stella,I loved it. Grandma's are very special ladie's aren't they.

[Sunshine]

Thank -You for the smiles. :)

[Stella]

Sunshine wrote:

Thank -You for the smiles.:)

Thanks.

That poem describes my childhood exactly, right down to the skinny mouse. Although I never tarried long to see if it was skinny or not. I suspect it was fat. <smile>

[luxora4me]

I was blessed with two living in town, most of my life. I more than likely the biggest reason I stayed around for so long.

[Stella]

Stella wrote:

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Thanks.
That poem describes my childhood exactly, right down to the skinny mouse. Although I never tarried long to see if it was skinny or not. I suspect it was fat. <smile>

I said I suspected the mouse was fat because Grandma fed every creature around. She never minded what kind it was.

[Stella]

Sunshine wrote:

Thank -You for the smiles.:)

Lets see how old you are <smile>

Do you remember Rex jelly or Bure Rabbit Syrup?

Most breakfast was homemade buttermilk biscuits, fried salt meat, eggs, gravy, rex jelly, butter or syrup, and lots of smiles and family talk. We didn't realize what we were a part of back then. If only I had known.

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

<quoted text>
Lets see how old you are <smile>
Do you remember Rex jelly or Bure Rabbit Syrup?
Most breakfast was homemade buttermilk biscuits, fried salt meat, eggs, gravy, rex jelly, butter or syrup, and lots of smiles and family talk. We didn't realize what we were a part of back then. If only I had known.

Yep and for dinner,we would go to the garden and get some okry,pick some peas which I hated to do that but the things that you would do for Momma,then pull some corn,tomatos,and onions,then that is what we would eat for dinner along with some fried chicken,which was at 12 oclock when Daddy and my brothers get home from the field's.I can also remember that sometimes they would drive their tractors home for dinner and when I would finish eating I would go and play on them and act like I was really driving them,they were the A models and the G models that were made by John Deere.After Daddy and my brothers would finish eating I can remeber them stretching out on the front porch and talk about what they are planning to do on Saturday evening usually it was going to the movies or to the drive in at osceola,and sometimes once in a blue moon I would get to go with them if I would wash the car and maybe shine their shoes or just a little something to earn my way.Shoot we would get a hot dog,pepsi,popcorn,and a baby ruth candy bar for like a quarter, for real.I also remember when my Daddy would stop at the savings service station which was by the dairy queen which is where the jail house is located at now,he would fill the car up with gas and buy 2 cartons of cigarettes for my brothers and 4 pepsi sodas for like 11 dollars and would gripe about the prices to Momma.Those were the day's. Do you still remember those Days Miss Stella

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

<quoted text>
Lets see how old you are <smile>
Do you remember Rex jelly or Bure Rabbit Syrup?
Most breakfast was homemade buttermilk biscuits, fried salt meat, eggs, gravy, rex jelly, butter or syrup, and lots of smiles and family talk. We didn't realize what we were a part of back then. If only I had known.

I remember that little rabbit on the brer rabbit syrup he was a ugly lil thang,I can remember Daddy would go to the Savings Service Station where the jail house is located at in osceola,he would fill the car up with gas,get 2 cartons of camel non filter cigarettes,and 4 cokes for about 11 dollars,then we would go to Emmitt Dunn's Grocery store.Do you remember those days Miss Stella

[Stella]

geeman wrote:

<quoted text> I remember that little rabbit on the brer rabbit syrup he was a ugly lil thang,I can remember Daddy would go to the Savings Service Station where the jail house is located at in osceola,he would fill the car up with gas,get 2 cartons of camel non filter cigarettes,and 4 cokes for about 11 dollars,then we would go to Emmitt Dunn's Grocery store.Do you remember those days Miss Stella

Yepp, I remember those days.

Maybe not the gas station by the old jail.
When I was dating my first husband in 1960, he would ask me where I wanted to go on a Saturday night. I always wanted to go to the hamburger joint at the end of the main drag in Osceola. I don't remember the name of it. It was like the Breeze Inn. I call main the one with all the red lights. Right at the end just as you turn right, across the street was the place. They had the best jumbo hamburgers and milk shakes. That's what I always wanted. That's where I wanted to go on Saturday nights. Then we would just ride around.

I remember the gardens too. Everything that wasn't eaten would be canned in jars and put back for winter. Under Grandma's bed was boxes full of jars of food. She would buy a big can of lard, a barrel of flour, and I'm sure more that I can't remember. She had a hog or two she slaughtered. I remember meat hanging in a smoke house. I remember a root cellar. She hung onto this way of life long after she had too. She was very old fashioned. In the late 50's early 60's when other people has electric refrigerators, she had an old icebox and the iceman delivered a block of ice to her house.

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

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Yepp, I remember those days.
Maybe not the gas station by the old jail.
When I was dating my first husband in 1960, he would ask me where I wanted to go on a Saturday night. I always wanted to go to the hamburger joint at the end of the main drag in Osceola. I don't remember the name of it. It was like the Breeze Inn. I call main the one with all the red lights. Right at the end just as you turn right, across the street was the place. They had the best jumbo hamburgers and milk shakes. That's what I always wanted. That's where I wanted to go on Saturday nights. Then we would just ride around.
I remember the gardens too. Everything that wasn't eaten would be canned in jars and put back for winter. Under Grandma's bed was boxes full of jars of food. She would buy a big can of lard, a barrel of flour, and I'm sure more that I can't remember. She had a hog or two she slaughtered. I remember meat hanging in a smoke house. I remember a root cellar. She hung onto this way of life long after she had too. She was very old fashioned. In the late 50's early 60's when other people has electric refrigerators, she had an old icebox and the iceman delivered a block of ice to her house.

No not the old jailhouse but right there about where the New Jail is at.There use to be an old Saving's oil Company there they had the cheapest gas in town at that time,and next to it was the Dairy Queen,some of the best hamburgers around besides the place that you mentioned,I can barely remember that place but Osceola was the best little town around back then and I sure do have a lot of memories there,also Steeds cafe,and Taystee Grill,they had the best breakfast and I can also still taste those slaw dogs,that Fred use to make.Cramers Cafe and so many more places .I bet you remember all these places Miss Stella.

[bigD]

do you rember lotaburger and shirts made from flour sacks

[Stella]

bigD wrote:

do you rember lotaburger and shirts made from flour sacks

LOL I sure do!

Everytime Grandama bought flour she made sure the cloth matched the last she bought. That way she had enough cloth to make me a dress. <smile> Why didn't I see how cherished those times were?

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

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LOL I sure do!
Everytime Grandama bought flour she made sure the cloth matched the last she bought. That way she had enough cloth to make me a dress. <smile> Why didn't I see how cherished those times were?

I remember those flour sacks,they had some pretty patterns to.I still remember taking a lid from the big can of Armour lard can and we would nail it on a tiny board and push it around for the longest.

[Stella]

geeman wrote:

<quoted text>I remember those flour sacks,they had some pretty patterns to.I still remember taking a lid from the big can of Armour lard can and we would nail it on a tiny board and push it around for the longest.

LOL I forgot that!

I've never made nor have I tasted anyone's biscuits that was good as the ones Grandma made with armour lard. She didn't cut her biscuits out like I do. She had a big flour bowl that flour stayed in all the time. She kept it in a cabinet covered with a cloth. She'd put her biscuit mix in it every morning, work it up and pinch the biscuits off. All the same size beautifully shaped. They were large biscuits, and I ate 2 of them every morning. I don't know how I did that and me just a little girl.

[geeman]

Stella wrote:

<quoted text>
LOL I forgot that!
I've never made nor have I tasted anyone's biscuits that was good as the ones Grandma made with armour lard. She didn't cut her biscuits out like I do. She had a big flour bowl that flour stayed in all the time. She kept it in a cabinet covered with a cloth. She'd put her biscuit mix in it every morning, work it up and pinch the biscuits off. All the same size beautifully shaped. They were large biscuits, and I ate 2 of them every morning. I don't know how I did that and me just a little girl.

yea Miss Stella when I am in the kitchen making breakfast on Sat. and Sunday mornings I just think back at the times I would set at the table and talk to Momma while she cooked. There were 10 of us all together and we had a table that seated like 12 Daddy built that table and I will always remember it.I remember her using an old crank type flour sifter and she always used buttermilk to make her bisquits and she used a tin can to cut them out with. We raised everything including our meat in the winter time we would keep the meat in a salt box on the back porch and I never remember any of it going bad.Anyways I can still smell the gravy she made and I used to watch the little bubbles pop up in the skillet and she would say it is time to put the water in it now,and when breakfast was finished there would be 2 big platters of bisquits,a platter of home made sausage,and a platter of bacon,and one big ,big bowl of eggs and of course home made gravy. What I wouldnt do for a breakfast like that now. Just seems like it tasted better back then dont it.

[Stella]

geeman wrote:

<quoted text>yea Miss Stella when I am in the kitchen making breakfast on Sat. and Sunday mornings I just think back at the times I would set at the table and talk to Momma while she cooked. There were 10 of us all together and we had a table that seated like 12 Daddy built that table and I will always remember it.I remember her using an old crank type flour sifter and she always used buttermilk to make her bisquits and she used a tin can to cut them out with. We raised everything including our meat in the winter time we would keep the meat in a salt box on the back porch and I never remember any of it going bad.Anyways I can still smell the gravy she made and I used to watch the little bubbles pop up in the skillet and she would say it is time to put the water in it now,and when breakfast was finished there would be 2 big platters of bisquits,a platter of home made sausage,and a platter of bacon,and one big ,big bowl of eggs and of course home made gravy. What I wouldnt do for a breakfast like that now. Just seems like it tasted better back then dont it.

It did taste better then. The iron skillets, wood stove, down to the wood she burned in the stove.

Speaking of buttermilk, Grandma would use sweet milk in a gallon glass jug, and sit it behind the coal stove in the living room. Every so often she wood shake the gallon jug to see how well it was clabbering. Once it was clabbered, she shook it a lot to get a smooth creamy consistance. The best buttermilk I've ever had.

LOL You know the word "clabber" in not in my spell check. I bet if I looked in my dictionary it wouldn't be there either. That shows how country we are.

The salt is what kept the meat from going bad. It makes me wonder, my Grandma lived to be 80 years old eating all that salt, lard, poisoned polk salad, and I'm only 65, I can't have salt, fat, very few carbs. Makes me wonder.....

[Stella]

geeman wrote:

<quoted text>yea Miss Stella when I am in the kitchen making breakfast on Sat. and Sunday mornings I just think back at the times I would set at the table and talk to Momma while she cooked. There were 10 of us all together and we had a table that seated like 12 Daddy built that table and I will always remember it.I remember her using an old crank type flour sifter and she always used buttermilk to make her bisquits and she used a tin can to cut them out with. We raised everything including our meat in the winter time we would keep the meat in a salt box on the back porch and I never remember any of it going bad.Anyways I can still smell the gravy she made and I used to watch the little bubbles pop up in the skillet and she would say it is time to put the water in it now,and when breakfast was finished there would be 2 big platters of bisquits,a platter of home made sausage,and a platter of bacon,and one big ,big bowl of eggs and of course home made gravy. What I wouldnt do for a breakfast like that now. Just seems like it tasted better back then dont it.

LOL another fond memory I had forgot, all this pondering made me remember. Grandma would pour some of her coffee out in her saucer so it would cool some before she had a taste. You could hear her kinda of slurp. That made me want some coffee real bad. Of course I was way to young for coffee. Coffee is not that hot in our coffee makers. I often have to warm mine up more in the microwave.

[BigD]

what about those glasses out of oats

[Stella]

BigD wrote:

what about those glasses out of oats

My Goodness!

Not only glasses but small bowls too. Thanks for the memoty.