GRANDMOTHERS PRODUCE

Grandmother use to always have such a wonderful fresh garden in Loa. I especially liked to eat the peas, pod and all. At the farm only one thing was hard to stomach and that was uncle Ted sucking a raw egg and drinking it out in the barn area held together by square iron nails, (having Ted dunk our heads in the canal was a real treat and a nice way to cool off). Gene and I use to sit in the apple trees for hours with a shaker of salt and eat until our stomachs hurt. Helping churn butter was a rare experience not many enjoyed. Getting stuck in the upstair attic room after dodging
grandma's swat for extra ordinarily bad mischievousness was not so fun.

I remember at the store in Loa when Gene and I slid down through the heater vent and down a 4"x4" pole to get some candy when Grandmother was gone. We knocked the clock off the pole, and when she got home and saw it, she asked what had happened. When we confessed to what we had done wrong it made her very sad and she cried as she worked very hard to make a living. When Grandmother would cry over something we would do, that was the worst punishment in the world.

Boy could Grandma cann fruit. My favorite was her bottled
cherries. (As a teenager, one day I drove to Salt Lake City from Provo, and
no one was home so I pried her back door open and went in and ate a full
quart of cherries all by myself.)

by Noel Rentz, Grandson to Florence (Pectol) Covington