I can remember breakfasts back when I was little bitty. Right before dawn, my granfather would make his breakfast which was usually biscuits or milk toast and coffee which he’d sip out of the saucer. He loved brains and eggs for breakfast and I still have the little cast iron skillet that he used. I’d get up and he’d fix me a cup of coffee which was really 99% milk (real fresh from the cow milk). Then he’d send me back to bed while he went out to tend the farm.
Then, when the sun came up, I’d have my second breakfast. Granny would sit me in my high chair in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen. They had an old tv console with a wire running around the living room and out the window and up to the antenna. There was usually only one channel but occassionally if the weather was just right you could get a second fuzzy one but that was usually at night. I’d watch Password, To Tell the Truth and Concentration and eat (that’s my excuse for being lazy now days). Granny would be in the kitchen canning or plucking a wild turkey or shelling peas while it was still relatively cool. She’d set pies on the window. The kitchen window had a large shelf built out from it and was screened in so flies wouldn’t come in and it was used to store pans and baked goods (there was no such thing as kitchen cabinets). The afternoons were spent in the garden, fishing, or going into town with her to visit. That was back when ladies visited. She’d take her friends whatever was producing in the garden and they’d send us back with whatever they had an excess of. I can remember one day it was raining hard but she was out fishing. She had on grandpa’s raincoat and made I don’t know how many trips to the house with her pockets stuffed with catfish. She kept grandpa busy cleaning fish all afternoon, lol.
When I was old enough, I’d sit on the back porch and shell peas and moo at the cows. One day I looked up to see a rattlesnake coiled up at my feet. To this day, I hate blackeyed peas!
I was a city girl but when we went on trips us kids would stick our heads out the car windows and moo at the cows.
I remember one time I got up early and made my Grandpa's eggs for him. He liked them between runny and medium. When he ate them he said that I had cooked them just right. This compliment made me so happy I still remember it to this day.