from Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist
It was a foregone conclusion that eighteen year old Lee Greene of Peebles, Adams County, Ohio would be drafted, but like so many young couples living everywhere under the specter of World War II, his sweetheart Roma Gaffin and he got married anyway. The date was September 29, 1942. By Christmas of that same year they were pregnant for me. A few weeks before my birth, my father was drafted into the US Navy, with the expectation that following his training he would be shipped to somewhere in the Pacific Theater of the war. My mother stayed on at my grandparent’s farm in Peebles, and it was in a bedroom there that I was born, assisted into the world by Old Doc Ellison. My father first laid eyes on me a few weeks later on the occasion of his return home after receiving an honorable medical discharge from the Navy.
There
was little separation in my mind between my parents and my grandparents when I
was a kid. Despite the fact that by the time of my toddlerhood, my parents,
little brother, and I had settled in Columbus, Ohio, the farm and its
inhabitants play central roles in the script of my childhood. We spent every
weekend and holiday there, and my brother and I stayed at the farm during every
summer until I was an adolescent. One of my most vibrant memories is of Lena,
my grandmother, thick around the middle by then, her chestnut hair peppered
with white, utilitarian apron tied around her waist, standing before her cook
stove. With fresh peaches plucked from trees in the farm’s orchard or stash of
canned goods in the cellar, and butter churned from the milk of resident cows,
in her wood-filled cook stove, lacking the modern convenience of temperature
control, my grandmother whipped up peach cobbler to rival any big city bakery.
Breads, muffins, cakes, cookies, pies, cobblers—all the baked goods consumed by
her large family were the products of her masterful hands. An abundance of her
baked goods was the highlight of her high-holiday dinners.
~LENA’S PEACH COBBLER~
The Peaches
5
peaches, peeled, cored, and sliced*
1
cup sugar
¼ tsp.
salt
6
tbsp. butter
1
cup flour
1
cup sugar
2
tsp. baking powder
¼ tsp.
salt
¾ cup
milk
Ground
cinnamon to taste
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Loved your post, Linda. It reminds me of times at my grandparents’ farm. I clearly remember Grandma cooking on her wood cookstove. Man, could that thing heat up a kitchen! She also had a summer kitchen just a few steps from the house where she fired up the summer wood cookstove and canned and cooked in the summertime. Had she not, the house would have been unbearably hot. You also bathed in the summer kitchen in a big galvanized tub. Thanks for sharing your memories.
ReplyDeleteYour family's history is so much like mine. Thanks for sharing a tidbit of it, Catherine.
ReplyDeleteThank you for festuring me and my grandmother's peach cobbler recipe. I really appreciate it.
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