{"id":143,"date":"2010-05-05T06:19:00","date_gmt":"2010-05-05T06:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dljones.com\/?p=143"},"modified":"2010-05-05T06:19:00","modified_gmt":"2010-05-05T06:19:00","slug":"memories-and-oddities","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dljones.com\/?p=143","title":{"rendered":"Memories and Oddities"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight as I was eating supper, I was reminded of the Sunday suppers when I stayed at my grandparents farm. Why? Peanut butter. <i>(I had some peanut butter on celery to go with my salad supper.)<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I learned early in life that if you were at Grandpa P&#8217;s on Sunday evening and there wasn&#8217;t a big group on hand, supper was going to be a bowl of cornflakes or other cereal with milk, buttered toast, and &#8211; if you were grandpa &#8211; a spoon of peanut butter. One of my enduring memories of my Grandpa P at ease is him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, leaning back with a smile in his eyes and a spoon hanging out of his mouth as he slowly enjoyed his peanut butter on a Sunday evening.<\/p>\n<div><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_RvuxwM9-lN0\/S-EKCVd6HLI\/AAAAAAAAAo8\/ZC3sy66vVBQ\/s1600\/peanut-butter-spoon.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\"><img border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_RvuxwM9-lN0\/S-EKCVd6HLI\/AAAAAAAAAo8\/ZC3sy66vVBQ\/s1600\/peanut-butter-spoon.jpg\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Of course, all us grand-kids wanted to do what grandpa was doing and have a spoon of peanut butter as well. Grandma had a stricter <i>(and saner)<\/i> view and prohibited us from imbibing until we attained a more advanced age. When I finally reached an age that grandma deemed responsible enough to partake of the straight peanut butter, I was allowed to try my spoon of peanut butter just like grandpa. What a disappointment!<\/p>\n<p>The actual experience left a lot to be desired versus the wonderful thing it had become in my mind from watching grandpa. If you have ever taken a spoon of peanut butter, you have discovered how sticky and gummy it really is &#8211; especially if you are young enough to be a bit impatient. Especially if you don&#8217;t have a cup of hot coffee to help melt it on down the throat.<\/p>\n<p>If I had been a brighter pupil, I would have learned my lesson then. But I didn&#8217;t, and so a number of years later I can remember being given a bit chew by grandpa while we were out working in the shop. Although he took great pains to warn me not to swallow, I&#8217;m sure you know what happened. Yep, I have never had a worse self-induced bellyache in my life. That was the experience that finally taught me that it probably was not wise to want to emulate all of grandpa&#8217;s habits, no matter how much I idolized him.<\/p>\n<div><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_RvuxwM9-lN0\/S-EKtL3_RwI\/AAAAAAAAApA\/qSL4834EXz8\/s1600\/chew.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\"><img border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_RvuxwM9-lN0\/S-EKtL3_RwI\/AAAAAAAAApA\/qSL4834EXz8\/s1600\/chew.jpg\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p>P.S. It amazes me that I can see the Sunday evening table setting with absolute clarity even now many years later. The white bowls and matching juice glasses that I think grandma got as part of a box top or Tang promo stand out and evoke all kinds of pleasant memories any time I think of them. They star in so many of my memories of Sunday and breakfasts and grandpa and grandma&#8217;s farm &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight as I was eating supper, I was reminded of the Sunday suppers when I stayed at my grandparents farm. Why? Peanut butter. (I had some peanut butter on celery to go with my salad supper.) 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