“I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.”

Today is a sunny, bright, warm but getting hotter day. The blue sky is perfectly clear. The breeze is ever so slight. Every now and then I hear voices from down the street, but mostly it’s quiet, quiet enough that the birds can easily be heard singing. It’s like a Sunday from my childhood memories.

Roast beef, peas and mashed potatoes with gravy have long been my favorite meal. It was a Sunday dinner treat to have the beef. Mostly we had chicken. We always had mashed potatoes. My father didn’t believe dinner was dinner without the mashed potatoes. Back then we had canned vegetables. I remember the French green beans and my father’s asparagus. My mother served Le Sueur small, sweet baby peas, the ones in the silver can. I loved those. When I was really little, I mixed them with the mashed potatoes. The concoction wasn’t pretty but it was tasty and that was the easiest way to eat the peas. They were never fork food, too round and too small.

A long time ago there was a club in Bourne with male strippers. One night my friends and I were brave enough to go. We went, each of us, with many dollar bills. The place was filled. It was smoky. In the middle of the room was the stage. The fully dressed men, the policeman, the firefighter, the soldier, came out together and faced the different sides of the room. When the music started, so did they. The clothes flew off until the men were down to their G-strings. We didn’t approach them at first, being a bit embarrassed. Other women were quick to leave their dollars bills in the tops of the g-strings. I don’t remember who but one of us got brave, and the rest of us followed. We laughed a lot. It was a fun evening. We never went again and the place at some point closed down. I think it was because everyone went just once.

I used to love going to the Melody Tent in Hyannis when it was a theater in the round. I remember The Unsinkable Molly Brown with Debbie Reynolds. I was so excited to see a real movie actress in person. Much later, I saw the house of the real Margaret Brown on whom the character is based. It is in Denver, Colorado. I even found that exciting.

My life is filled with all these memories. Every now and then one pops up, one I hadn’t given thought to in years. Today’s memories are some of those.

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10 Comments on ““I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    cloudy and rainy a big part of the day here but it didn’t fall much rain to be honest, it barely wet the ground and the rain we were supposed to get now in the evening doesn’t look as it will come, the sun has been shining a lot now in the afternoon.

    I too always mixed the peas with the mashed potatoes, I don’t think I even tried to use the fork 🙂 🙂 My mother rarely mad mashed potatoes, she hated lumps and since she was the cook she was she rather fried potatoes which is quite nice too and hard to fail with 🙂 Her mother on the other hand was an excellent cook but she just couldn’t make gravy. No matter how she tried she always had lumps in it 🙂 🙂

    I rarely look down memory lane but when I do something must trigger my mind, like smell or taste.

    Have a great day!

    Christer.


    • Christer,
      Your today sounds like our yesterday. I wish it had rained more.

      My mother made lumpiness gravy. When I first tried making it, mine was lumpy, but over the years I have perfected my technique and all the lumps are gone.

      I like fried potatoes too. Actually, I pretty much like all the ways to cook potatoes.

      Smell is the biggest memory trigger. I remember when a wood fire in Plymouth Plantation brought me right back to Ghana.

      Have a great day!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    My mother always used canned veg too. I hated most of them except for canned corn and LeSueur baby peas. I had a real thing for them and would often get a can and eat just those.
    Nowadays I use frozen veg. Much tastier and healthier. I like to use frozen peas in hamburger pie. Scrambled hamburger with peppers and onions on the bottom, frozen peas or corn in the middle and cooked instant potato buds or microwaved Simply Potatoes mixed with cheese on the top, stuck in the oven until golden brown and delicious. Yum. I can eat the whole pan. But I don’t. Well, not all at once anyway. 🙂

    Today is sunny and hot and a bit humid. I might have to turn the AC on again.

    Enjoy the day.


    • Hi Caryn,
      I forgot about the can corn. I liked the kernels but not the creamed corn as it was messy and flowed into everything on the plate. I also use frozen or fresh vegetables.

      I’m going to try that hamburger pie as it sounds delicious.

      My air is on, but I have too go water outside plants and clean up for movie night. I filled the feeders earlier and it was way too hot.

      Have a great afternoon!

  3. flyboybob Says:

    It’s funny how memories just pop into your consciousness without warning. I sometimes know the trigger and sometimes the memory just appears without any help. There are a small group of people who can recall everything that ever happened to them called Hyperthymesia. Marilou Henner of the TV series Taxi suffers from that problem. In my past there were several woman I took home after a night of drinking that I am glad to have forgotten. 🙂

    My mother was into serving frozen vegetables rather than the canned variety. However, I do recall the silver can in which the Le Sueur small, sweet baby peas were packed. She didn’t always serve mashed potatoes and substituted real baked ones or fried potatoes. Those were the days before microwave ovens.

    Male strip clubs were all the rage in the 1980s. The one here in Dallas was called ‘La Bare’. I have no interest in visiting ‘Gentleman’s Clubs’ because I have a propensity for real rather than simulated sex…LOL

    Today the sun is out and it’s finally warm enough, 93 degrees, to go out to our condo complex pool.


    • Bob,
      When I was a kid, there were few frozen or fresh vegetables. Just about all of them were in cans. When they became available, my mother went with fresh, but we were older by then.

      We sometimes had baked potatoes with butter rather than sour cream. Usually that was when we went out to dinner. We never had fried potatoes, hash browns, for dinner but more for breakfast. My mother would bake potatoes the day before so she’d have some for hash browns. Sweet potatoes also made great hash browns.

      There were no men at that strip club. It was for fun, not ogling and nothing sexual.

      I had read that about Marilou Henner.

      93˚ is too hot!

      • flyboybob Says:

        ‘La Bare’ was a woman’s only club. The only men were the strippers. The ‘Gentleman’s Clubs’ are where men go to get lap dances for $20 each. They can’t touch the woman and it’s just not my cup of tea.

        I forgot about the baked sweet potatoes or yams. My mother also never put sour cream on the her baked potatoes only butter which is how I eat them today. I’m not a fan of sour cream nor yogurt. 93 degrees is a cool spell. By next weekend the temperature will be close to the century mark.


      • Bob,
        I can’t imagine why some guy would go and pay for a lap dance.

        All so called yams are really sweet potatoes, not yams. I ate yams in Ghana. They are cylindrical, and their skin looks like bark. The ones in Ghana are always white inside. They are also dry. The Ghanaians use them too make one kind of fufu, almost the national dish.

        http://www.ncsweetpotatoes.com/sweet-potatoes-101/difference-between-yam-and-sweet-potato/

        We seldom reach 90˚ and for that I am thankful.

      • flyboybob Says:

        Thanks for the info on Yams vs. Sweet Potatoes. Men are turned on visually and the lap dance is like a strip show up close. I don’t get it either but it’s a big business.


      • You are welcome, Bob. I didn’t know the difference until I went to Ghana.

        Too bad for lap dancing being big business.


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