That
evening after all was cleared away, Dad popped two kettlefuls of lovely corn
and we sugared one and put taffy over the other. We heaped a large platter with
balls till Dad said, “Oh, that’s enough,” for he wanted some left to eat. Well,
I sent him off to the living room to eat and read. -- Ina
It necessarily follows that if you
do laundry on Monday, you must iron on Tuesday, and that happened. It was a big
chore, too, but with Ina and Ethel spelling each other, they managed to finish
in the morning.
The day wasn’t particularly cold,
but it was raining, turning the roads and fields to mud. Jack insisted on taking
Ethel to the schoolhouse. He wouldn’t think of letting her walk in such
conditions, he said, and besides, he had to carry the box to Pearl and family
to the mailbox anyway. Then he sat in the back of the schoolroom and watched
the dress rehearsal, which he enjoyed immensely. The teacher was glad he was
there to be an audience for this most important of rehearsals. “Speak louder so
that Mr. Dobson can hear you,” she would prompt. Or, “Could you hear that back
there, Mr. Dobson?” And besides, his very presence was a settling influence on the older boys, who by
now were bored with all this practice.
The dress rehearsal went off fairly
well, and Ethel and Miss Johnson were pleased. After all, this was a children’s
performance, and they knew that anything could – and would – happen.
On the way home, Jack stopped the
wagon at Bertha and June’s house, and Ethel dashed in to check with Aunt Bertha
about the refreshments for the party. Oh, yes, Bertha said. There would be
plenty of eats. And she had herself tried a new recipe for frosted ginger
cookies. Yes, indeed! All was in readiness for tomorrow night.
3 comments:
Mmmm, homemade popcorn balls!! My favorite. Back in the day, if I got one while trick or treating, I was in heaven. Of course now we're advised to throw them away--if anyone even made any... So sad.
Actually, my mother tossed all the homemade treats I brought home if I couldn't tell her where I got them, so even back then parents were leery. But I agree with you -- popcorn balls are great. Daddy liked a caramel coating, but good old Karo coating is delicious.
I'll eat it all! I never make them because I know I'll eat every last kernel. Dan doesn't care for popcorn any way but just popped with butter. I can't even be trusted with a box of Cracker Jacks!!
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