Hey Gang,
Even though I have been using the internet and sending
emails way over 10 years I still get tickled by it and never take it for
granted. I have met countless friends
and acquaintances through this modern age boob tube, it’s amazing. For instance there is Dawn Slike whom I never
met in person but we have been going back and forth through emails and blogs
since 2008. We fight and have disagreements
like close friends, we send prayer requests and support like family and
sometimes we are on the same page politically and other times we slide off the
page
So I like to thank Dawn for the potato picking invite. I bet
you didn’t think a potato picking invite could inspire such sentiment, but with
me it’s possible.
As I said I never met Dawn but I did get to meet her Mom all
because of potato picking. Ruth, Dov and
I drove all the way out to E. Springfield, Pa. to pick potato’s, get back in
the car and drive straight back home. Was
it worth it for 3 bushels of potato’s? Money wise probably not but now I can
say I dug up potato’s , it looks good on my resume. But being serious, the opportunity to drive
out to a little town that I have never been to before, doing something
different and being out in nature made it worthwhile.
How I met Dawns Mom - We were getting everything packed when
we heard someone calling a cat. Ruth
thought it was a kid. I saw that it was
Dawns Mom so I said hello over there you don’t know me but I know Dawn can I
come over to meet you? How did I know it
was Dawns Mom? Because I was informed
her house was directly across from the potato field, brilliant deduction.
I had a nice conversation with her. I asked how is the scrabble battle going are
you beating Dawn yet? I commented on how
I loved the look of her house. She told
me it was built in 1850 and more than likely a water station for passengers aboard
the train that would pass from Erie to Pittsburg. She said there are still remnants of the old
tracks and features in the house that gives clues that there was a well and a
cement basin in the basement.
From
there she gave me directions on how to care for the fresh picked
potatos and then we talked about canning and yes she also cans
potato’s which I didn’t know you could.
She told me simple instructions on how to do it but don’t tell her, I
forgot.
Her cat Eight Ball finally came in so it was time to go but
not before she told me why she named the cat that. It’s because is all black with a little white
spot.
That’s all it’s 2 am and my French fry’s are done. Well you didn’t think I would pick three
bushels and not make fry’s - did you?
Gotta
GoGo!!
Carey
