Some of the most simple things in life are what bring joy and warmth. I had been reminiscing and telling my granddaughter about the good old days and how my mother would grow her own corn for popcorn, dry the cobs and then with a wringing motion, remove the kernels that would fall into a small metal pail, later to be popped.
My granddaughter was wide-eyed with surprise. “You mean you can grow that stuff?”
In spring, I searched through seed catalogues. A heritage seed grower had it listed and the order was sent.
The crop was good, cobs have dried, and I’m reliving the past as my granddaughter and I wring the cobs, remove the kernels, and make a batch of fresh popcorn.
