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Post by breezygardener on Mar 4, 2021 17:56:26 GMT -5
Oh yes - my mom's flowers!!! She had absolutely gorgeous flower gardens, two of which I'll always remember - her fabulous rock-wall garden with all sorts of Spring bulbs & rock-garden plants, & her equally fabulous goldfish pond/trickling fountain surrounded by dozens of multicolored impatiens tucked in all over the place. It was an absolute explosion of shady color all season long.
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Post by pepperhead212 on Mar 4, 2021 18:18:21 GMT -5
Nothing much for me - I was the one that got a garden started on food items, like tomatoes, and we always just bought some plants, no seed starting. I guess I never did pay attention to any flowers they planted! lol
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Post by emmsmommy on Mar 4, 2021 18:33:19 GMT -5
He also loved & grew Gooseberries, but I can't grow them here because they're host to a disease that affects White pines, & our property is full of them, so I don't want to take a chance. My grandma had a red currant bush and I loved the jelly she made from the berries. Every time I'd find one online or in a catalog, they couldn't be shipped to WV because of the blister rust. Then I was at a mom and pop garden center and saw some for sale. Turns out they're banned in my county along with gooseberries but can be grown in the county where my parents live. So once again there's currants and now gooseberries at grandma's.
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Post by centralilrookie on Mar 8, 2021 13:36:43 GMT -5
My grandmother loved the poppies with big orange flowers. Every year mom would take her picture standing in the orange blossoms, funny thing is that she always had the same dress on. Mom still has them in her flower gardens. Hopefully I can get a start this spring and plant at sweethearts. And the traditional picture taking event will continue
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Post by Latitude33 on Mar 22, 2021 21:02:41 GMT -5
Pretty much everything I grow and try to nourish is a reflection of my great grandparents, grandparents and aunts. Much of my landscape includes heritage plants handed down from family including bearded iris, Dutch iris, mint, rhubarb, stock, calendula, lupines, columbine and hollyhocks.
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Post by centralilrookie on Mar 27, 2021 5:57:35 GMT -5
Last night I took mom to a get together to celebrate the passing of a 94 yr old cousin of hers. In doing this it conjured up memories of her mother’s family reunions every summer at a park west of Peoria better than 50 years ago. Those ladies really brought their best! Fried chicken, potato salads, vegetables along with cookies, cakes and of course pies. Those old girls really out did themselves and smiles on their faces when you asked for a second piece of their best recipe will be with me forever.
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Post by datgirl on Mar 27, 2021 11:46:37 GMT -5
I wish I had childhood memories of big family parties. We had a small family. I had an uncle that was a priest, so no cousins there, and my one aunt never had children and another aunt lived out of state. My grandparents died when I was pretty young. I'm so determined that my granddaughters have lots of good memories of us and her aunts, my sisters.
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Post by armjr on Mar 28, 2021 21:22:44 GMT -5
My GreatGrandUncle (My Greatgrandmother's brother) grew corn for livestock feed. Every year he'd put a sack of sweet corn seed in the drill and put in two long rows of sweet corn. We sure ate good on those "Rosenears" as he called them. I was in college before I knew they were "Roasting ears". Didn't matter what they were called. They were good. My grandmother and greatgrandmother would can peaches and figs but to my rememberance never put up any vegetables. So, when the rosenears were gone or too hard to eat, that was it for the year. There was still some field corn and I liked it fine, but a growing boy does not have a discriminating palate. It's all just filler.
My grandfather grew fruit trees. No freestone peaches for him. He like the taste of the "Indian Peaches". I have no idea what they were really called but they were good too. Some trees had reddish flesh and others had white. He also had Naval Oranges and pink and yellow grapefruit.
When I got married all the trees but one yellow grapefruit were gone and it was a bitter one. But, in the evenings after a long hot day, I'd come in and pour two (sometimes three) fingers of gin in a tall glass, and Ice and top it off with that bitter grapefruit juice. Life was good.
Now the trees and all that was associated with them are gone (for all intents and purposes), long ago I drank all the gin I'm ever going to drink, and you know what?
Life is still good...
Alan
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Post by emmsmommy on Apr 25, 2021 21:40:36 GMT -5
These primrose remind me of my grandma and her neighbors who grew them. They referred to them as cowslips. This was a division from grandma's plant and has survived many years of neglect under a lilac bush. Grandma also had this red variety but it died out. Luckily I ran onto a lady at the flea market a few years ago selling it and now I have three clumps. Grandma also had a muddy looking orange variety that we thought may have been a cross between the two and not sure if it's still around.
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