Recipes, memories and random thoughts from my kitchen
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Here's a fun fall photo from my childhood. It features my brother and me, along with two of our cousins. We're sitting, as you can see, atop a picnic table, each holding a pumpkin. Alas, I have no memory of this event -- only the picture. The photo is undated, so I don't even know what year it was taken. From the ages of the children, I'm guessing maybe 1957, but that's only a guess.
I don't know if our family grew the pumpkins. Back then, one seldom saw the huge amounts of pumpkins for sale at farm stands as we see today. I can't really picture that my parents grew the pumpkins, though. I'm not sure if they even had a vegetable garden in that time frame. So my best guess is that the pumpkins were grown in my grandmother's vegetable garden at the farm next door. She had a hired man who grew and tended the garden, and I remember being in that garden in the fall when he was harvesting shell beans. So I am guessing he grew a few pumpkins also and that is how we acquired them. But I will probably never know for sure!
I live in scenic northern New England with my handsome husband. We're empty-nesters with a bunch of adorable grandchildren. We love (tent) camping and traveling, but don't get away as often as we'd like to.