I have never gotten to do that. That would be awesome. I just have to buy jars from stores. But, they never last very long. Something malfunctioning in those jars I think because the olives don't last long enough.
But, they never last very long. Something malfunctioning in those jars I think because the olives don’t last long enough.<<<
Yes, you might blame the jars, “they just don’t make them like they did once.”
Bill and I did our courting, with our 2 kids in the back seat fighting.
It was very low key, picnics and long drives to the mountains and deserts, all within a hundred miles.
In the mountains at Julian, we got fresh apples grown there.
I couldn’t get Bill to the desert, until his lung almost killed him in Oregon and the doctor said if you could take him to Arizona, he might live.
I said “that I can do, I bought 8 acres at Wellton for an investment”. and we went to Wellton and he live another 30 years.
Bill had one lung full of scar tissue, he was shot through the lung, in WW2, Sgt Greene pulled his dogtags and listed him as dead, but he wasn’t.
The Germans felt sorry for him, he was about 5’3” and 15 years old, so they put him in the basement to live or die and one of the nurses, thought he was cute and fought to keep him alive.
He then did 2 or 3 years in a german prison camp.
His lung was never treated, and a hint of a cold and he would almost die.
They almost killed him in Oregon, the doctor had him so full of antibiotics, and none working, and the cough syrup did not work.
Finally the med. doc told him to get a bottle of apricot brandy and use it for cough syrup, and to be sure and take a swallow of it before he went to bed, so it would coat the throat and kill any germs that he had in his throat.
He did, kept in the closet, and you knew Bill was on his way to bed, when you saw the bottle tilt.
Another thing the doctor neglected to tell us and no other doctor had ever told us, was that he should drink buttermilk, to replace the good bacteria in his stomach, after taking the antibiotics.
I didn’t have a chiropractor in Portland, so we went to one near the house, I had made 2 appointments, and the doctor took one look at us and said he would take me first.
Once we were in the treatment room, he said “that must have been some drunk your husband has been on”.
When he heard the truth, he told me, no problem, it will be easy to fix him up, go buy buttermilk and get him a big bottle of liquid vitamin C at the health food store.
And it worked.