Pickin’ and Grinnin’ …

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It was picture perfect this morning, and I was anxious to get out and enjoy a long walk, before reluctantly heading back to deal with the basement doldrums.  On this third weekend of the decluttering and cleaning odyssey, I am still making progress, and predict I will be done with everything downstairs by month end.  Yeah!  Maybe in August, I can then reclaim my weekends for some much-needed “me time”.

I packed extra peanuts to feed my furry and feathered friends.  You might recall, that I’ve told you about one Red-Winged Blackbird who dive-bombs for peanuts just as soon as I place them on the perimeter path for the squirrels.  Nervy … yes, a little.  But, I’ll save the story about that peanut-grabbing bird for another post.

I hustled down to Council Point Park while enjoying the slightly cooler and less-humid morning.  Can we please keep this weather for longer than one day?  Those high dew points this week, compounded by the rain, made my steps dwindle significantly.

The perimeter path was crowded, and each person who waved “hello” also had a comment about the beautiful morning.  I chatted with a few of the regular walkers and tendered peanuts as I moved along the pathway.

On the second loop, I spotted those same two women picking black raspberries from a bush.  They gestured to come over, then pointed to the bush to show how plentiful the berries were.  They had no buckets or bags, and, just as before, they were picking those ripe berries and popping them right into their mouths.

No one joined them, so I imagine they had the entire bush full of berries to themselves.  The second time around, on that same loop, those ladies were still harvesting black raspberries and I could see their berry-stained mouths and palms.

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Once again, I wondered what keeps the Park critters from enjoying those berries?  This berry bush, as you see in the picture above, is tucked between other foliage and off the beaten path, so perhaps the critters’ eyes do not hone in on these edible treats.

After I passed the berry-pickin’ women, I thought of three generations of women in my own family.

My great grandparents owned a farm in Ariss, Ontario, a rural area near Guelph.  My grandmother used to tell tales about “farm life” back when she was growing up.  Her father would chastise her and her sister for naming the chickens and treating them like pets.   Sometimes, in a rather heartless move, he would ask Minnie, Margaret and Loretta to help him choose which chickens would be on the Sunday dinner table, as he stood there, axe in hand.  The young girls would run back into the house in tears whenever this happened.

My grandmother would also tell stories of how her mom would line up black currant coffeecakes along the ledge in the back kitchen to cool, and the flies would be buzzing around, and you couldn’t tell if there were flies or black currants on that cake.  (As a germaphobe, I’d have a real problem with that!)

Also, my grandmother used to relay tales of how her mom would send her and her eight siblings out every Summer morning to pick berries.  Each child would lug a metal bucket, and, when it was prime berry-pickin’ time, and the bushes were laden with berries, the children took a hearty lunch with them, so they could pick every last berry and not waste precious time traipsing through the fields back to the house for lunch.

But, no matter what type of berries were hanging heavy on those bushes, the Klein kids knew better than to enjoy those ripe, plump berries while picking them.  Instead, they filled their respective metal buckets and obediently presented them to their mom, who would bake pies and cobblers, plus “put up” jams and jellies for all Winter.

As each of my grandmother’s siblings left the nest and bought their own farm, or moved to the Big City, a/k/a Toronto, they all returned with their families to the homestead every August to help bring in the crops, and, eventually it fell on their children to assume the monumental task of collecting the berries.

This faded photograph is my mom with her grandparents Andrew and Catherine Klein at their farm in the early 50s.

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For years, Mom would hanker after red currant pie, because those berries were in season and plentiful when her family visited the farm every August for two weeks.  So, we scoured the produce markets Downriver, and finally found one that carried a few dozen pints throughout the growing season.  Well, that discovery made Mom berry happy, so we’d beat a regular path to Andy’s Farm Market in Southgate to load up on red currants, so she could bake and enjoy her favorite pie.

 

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to Pickin’ and Grinnin’ …

  1. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………………hmmmmmmm..I’m curious………I’ve never had red-currant pie…………..I love the photo of your mother with your great-grandparents

  2. lindasschaub says:

    Hi Ann Marie – They are not too common around here … maybe a specialty produce market, like Concessi’s in Riverview or Westborn Market in Dearborn would have them, but I’m not sure. My mom was really upset when Andy’s Fruit Market on Northline and Allen Road just closed up one day. That was the only place we could get them. Red currants are very tart, so the pie was tangy. You have to get alot of them to make one pie, or tarts, as they are small, … smaller than blueberries for example, and soft. Sometimes you can buy red currant jelly. The berries are very shiny looking and they are not the kind of berry that you could just have over ice cream or cereal or just pop in your mouth as they are so tart and so tiny.. I am glad you like that picture … it’s not very clear, but I figured that it fit in nicely with this story. I like those really old pictures, especially the sepia-toned pictures … those are really, really old. I am including a link so you can see those berries right here. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redcurrant.

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