...and how is your hoshgoshbinggoshaway?
That's what I asked myself this afternoon on the way home from school.
Then it dawned on me; my hoshgoshbinggoshaway is truly endangered. It's highly likely that it will go into extinction. If I do not sit down this moment and write this post, it might never breathe again.
My daddy loved to ask kids this question. He loved the quizzical look given and the bitty bit of stuttering around before they replied with "Wha--at?" He would usually repeat the question and continuing rousting about to gain various degrees of agitation from the kiddo. The conversation would generally end with kid-giggles and genuine smiley-ness from my dad.
The daddy of the kid-Bonnie (or Boo Kay) had a generally sunny attitude. He would sing silly made- up lyrics to tunes that only he knew. You couldn't help but feel happy when he was singing his tunes. He would sing happy little ditties and call out "Rise and Shine! Bright-eyed and bushy tailed!" every morning as he woke us to a breakfast, ready and waiting on the table, of eggs, bacon, toast and homemade jelly. (Yes, my dad fixed breakfast every morning, but mom made the jelly during the summer.)
Not really a lot of meat to this post. Just a stab at keeping our hoshgoshbinggoshaways from moving to a point of no return... the never-never land of no one remembers...or even knew of such things! I'm joining Dr. Seuss' Lorax as he proclaims, "Unless!!" Unless someone cares and does things differently, the truffala trees will become extinct. Unless someone (maybe me?) cares and tells about hoshgoshbinggoshaway, it will become like the truffala trees...gone, gone, gone.
Ask a child (or grownup) today about his/her hoshgoshbinggoshaway.
That may save it.
Live, Love, Laugh!
Smile.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
A Little Fruit of the Vine...
We've talked about doing it for a long time, and last July (2012) we actually did...
Bob and I walked down to the fence row where the grape vines covered a tree and we picked the ripe fruit.
Just plain ol' wild mustang grapes...
The kind you have to pop out of the skin.
Then you have some choices: You can either swallow the seeds along with the "meat" of the grape or kinda eat around them and then spit the seeds out...(In case you've always wondered: Grapevines do NOT grow out of your ears if you swallow the seeds.)
And then, the juice (or is it the grape skins?) start to make your skin itch. Lovely.
But lovely it is. Bob and I both have fond memories of this kind of wild grape.
My grandparents (Roy and Sadie Ragsdale) actually had "domesticated" some of these grapes. They grew along a grape trellis in their back yard. It was WONDERFUL to be at their house when the grapes were ripe. We grandkids would pick and eat them the whole time we were there visiting. Now I wonder if our grandparents really were OK with us picking and eating their grape crop. We caused a terrific reduction in their harvesting! But I guess they could have/would have stopped us if they minded too much.
Bob's memories consist of the grandkids picking the grapes from the wild and bringing them home to their Oma (Lydia Dornhoefer). Oma would then can the grape juice and serve it later as a special treat for the grandkids. (Adults would have iced tea; the kids were served grape juice.) Bob remembers her adding sugar and water and the juice from a lemon to a quart jar of preserved juice. Yum, Yum! What a treat!
Way back then (goodness! that's my life I'm talking about! Since when did I earn a way back then??) having juice to drink was not the common event that children know now. Even if our parents had the money, there just weren't many juice choices. Bob says that at his home, the only juice served was orange juice from a can of frozen concentrate, but that was only occasionally (maybe once a month). Now it seems as if the many varieties available can take up a whole side of an aisle in Wal Mart. There are so many choices (regular, organic, or light) and so many blends of different fruit and vegetable juices... Holy cow!
Anyway, Bob and I picked grapes on July 7 (The rule of thumb is that grapes are ripe for picking around July 4.) I googled how to can grape juice and I used my grandmother's (Sadie Ragsdale) juicer. (The wooden "masher" is now stained purple.)
Our little outing and google research made it possible for me to successfully can 4 quarts of grape juice. I learned that it's quite a job to strain out all the grape pulp...it might even be impossible for the layman (i.e. not a professional processor) to get all the solids out. I also read that great grape juice critics actually enjoy drinking "thick" grape juice better than the ordinary "smooth" type of store-bought grape juice that the rest of us drink.
Ira and Kelley were the first to try out our concoction. They were at the house shortly after Bob and I had this little adventure. Sweet Kelley always seems so interested in old-time ways and paraphernalia. She and Ira both joined us as we partook of the fruit (juice) of our endeavors. They both approved!
Well, Kelley was at our house on March 9 as we celebrated Rachel, Josiah, and Bonnie's birthdays. She asked about the WellsBros reaction to the grape juice. I had to admit we'd never had the chance to make the offer to them.
So, on March 11 --(not that the date is important..it's just that I happen to know it!) Rachel and I fixed an afternoon snack of homemade grape juice, frozen "sugar" peaches from the last year's first harvested crop of peaches from the new trees, and honey graham crackers. (No, the crackers were not made at home.) As you can see from Micah's expression, our homemade style of grape juice was a hit with the WellsBros also.
But none of the boys actually finished their grape juice, even though I believe they truly enjoyed it. Our (Rachel's and mine) hypothesis is that the juice was still a bit strong (too concentrated) for them to drink all of it. This is the recipe I used for reconstituting:
1 qt canned grape juice (going one last time through a strainer)
Juice from 1/2 lemon (I cheated and used about 3 T of Real Lemon juice from a bottle.)
Approximately 3/4 c sugar
Water & ice to finish filling a 2 quart container.
When "the guys" drank it, the ice was only about 1/2 melted, so therefore, it was still a bit on the "strong" side. It wasn't actually diluted to the 1:1 ratio for which I was aiming.
Rachel ended up taking the left-over juice home with her. The plan is to use it as the communion juice at their worship next Sunday. Just how awesome is that?
The verdict of our wild-grape picking and serving of the acquired juice:
I believe we'll do this again.
(The Lord willing and a good grape crop!) :)
Bob and I walked down to the fence row where the grape vines covered a tree and we picked the ripe fruit.
Just plain ol' wild mustang grapes...
The kind you have to pop out of the skin.
Then you have some choices: You can either swallow the seeds along with the "meat" of the grape or kinda eat around them and then spit the seeds out...(In case you've always wondered: Grapevines do NOT grow out of your ears if you swallow the seeds.)
And then, the juice (or is it the grape skins?) start to make your skin itch. Lovely.
But lovely it is. Bob and I both have fond memories of this kind of wild grape.
My grandparents (Roy and Sadie Ragsdale) actually had "domesticated" some of these grapes. They grew along a grape trellis in their back yard. It was WONDERFUL to be at their house when the grapes were ripe. We grandkids would pick and eat them the whole time we were there visiting. Now I wonder if our grandparents really were OK with us picking and eating their grape crop. We caused a terrific reduction in their harvesting! But I guess they could have/would have stopped us if they minded too much.
Bob's memories consist of the grandkids picking the grapes from the wild and bringing them home to their Oma (Lydia Dornhoefer). Oma would then can the grape juice and serve it later as a special treat for the grandkids. (Adults would have iced tea; the kids were served grape juice.) Bob remembers her adding sugar and water and the juice from a lemon to a quart jar of preserved juice. Yum, Yum! What a treat!
Way back then (goodness! that's my life I'm talking about! Since when did I earn a way back then??) having juice to drink was not the common event that children know now. Even if our parents had the money, there just weren't many juice choices. Bob says that at his home, the only juice served was orange juice from a can of frozen concentrate, but that was only occasionally (maybe once a month). Now it seems as if the many varieties available can take up a whole side of an aisle in Wal Mart. There are so many choices (regular, organic, or light) and so many blends of different fruit and vegetable juices... Holy cow!
Anyway, Bob and I picked grapes on July 7 (The rule of thumb is that grapes are ripe for picking around July 4.) I googled how to can grape juice and I used my grandmother's (Sadie Ragsdale) juicer. (The wooden "masher" is now stained purple.)
Ira and Kelley were the first to try out our concoction. They were at the house shortly after Bob and I had this little adventure. Sweet Kelley always seems so interested in old-time ways and paraphernalia. She and Ira both joined us as we partook of the fruit (juice) of our endeavors. They both approved!
Well, Kelley was at our house on March 9 as we celebrated Rachel, Josiah, and Bonnie's birthdays. She asked about the WellsBros reaction to the grape juice. I had to admit we'd never had the chance to make the offer to them.
So, on March 11 --(not that the date is important..it's just that I happen to know it!) Rachel and I fixed an afternoon snack of homemade grape juice, frozen "sugar" peaches from the last year's first harvested crop of peaches from the new trees, and honey graham crackers. (No, the crackers were not made at home.) As you can see from Micah's expression, our homemade style of grape juice was a hit with the WellsBros also.
But none of the boys actually finished their grape juice, even though I believe they truly enjoyed it. Our (Rachel's and mine) hypothesis is that the juice was still a bit strong (too concentrated) for them to drink all of it. This is the recipe I used for reconstituting:
1 qt canned grape juice (going one last time through a strainer)
Juice from 1/2 lemon (I cheated and used about 3 T of Real Lemon juice from a bottle.)
Approximately 3/4 c sugar
Water & ice to finish filling a 2 quart container.
When "the guys" drank it, the ice was only about 1/2 melted, so therefore, it was still a bit on the "strong" side. It wasn't actually diluted to the 1:1 ratio for which I was aiming.
Rachel ended up taking the left-over juice home with her. The plan is to use it as the communion juice at their worship next Sunday. Just how awesome is that?
The verdict of our wild-grape picking and serving of the acquired juice:
I believe we'll do this again.
(The Lord willing and a good grape crop!) :)
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