Tuesday, December 1, 2020

A PLACE AT THE TABLE

 

From Linda Lee Greene, Author & Artist

 

It was a foregone conclusion that eighteen year old Lee Greene of Peebles, Adams County, Ohio would be drafted, but like so many young couples living everywhere under the specter of World War II, his sweetheart Roma Gaffin and he got married anyway. The date was September 29, 1942. By Christmas of that same year they were pregnant for me. A few weeks before my birth, my father was drafted into the US Navy, with the expectation that following his training he would be shipped to somewhere in the Pacific Theater of the war. My mother stayed on at my grandparent’s farm in Peebles, and it was in a bedroom there that I was born, assisted into the world by Old Doc Ellison. My father first laid eyes on me a few weeks later—on the occasion of his return home after receiving an honorable medical discharge from the Navy.

There was little separation in my mind between my parents and my grandparents when I was a kid. Despite the fact that by the time of my toddlerhood, my parents, little brother, and I had settled in Columbus, Ohio, the farm and its inhabitants play central roles in the script of my childhood. We spent every weekend and holiday there, and my brother and I stayed at the farm during every summer until I was an adolescent. One of my most vibrant memories is of Lena, my grandmother, thick around the middle by then, her chestnut hair peppered with white, utilitarian apron tied around her waist, standing before her cook stove. With fresh peaches plucked from trees in the farm’s orchard or stash of canned goods in the cellar, and butter churned from the milk of resident cows, in her wood-filled cook stove, lacking the modern convenience of temperature control, my grandmother whipped up peach cobbler to rival any big city bakery. Breads, muffins, cakes, cookies, pies, cobblers—all the baked goods consumed by her large family were the products of her masterful hands. An abundance of her baked goods was the highlight of her high-holiday dinners. Memories of them helped me through the lonely Thanksgiving of 2020, and will continue to sustain me in the trying weeks of Covid-19 ahead.

I didn’t inherit my grandmother’s prowess in the kitchen but once in a while, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I see fleeting fragments of her in me. I did inherit her affinity for storytelling. I hear her colorful depictions of local gossip so clearly in my mind’s ear. She was also a prolific writer of delightful and informative letters, the greater number of them penned during the Great Depression and World II. Many of them are transcribed in, and form the spine of, GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS, my novel of historical fiction, based on the true story of three generations of my family. And of course, my formidable grandmother is a key figure of it. One review of the novel states: “5 stars…Wonderfully Written! This was a thoroughly enjoyable book. I loved the Americana. [It] reached out and touched my heart, mind and soul. [It] provided tremendous insight into what many American families endured during the first half of the 20th century. It captures you and draws you in. This is most certainly a five-star novel.”

 

Purchase link to GUARDIANS AND OTHER ANGELS: http://goo.gl/imUwKO

                                                                               


 

~LENA’S PEACH COBBLER~

Add 5 peeled, cored, and sliced peaches, 1 cup sugar and ¼ tsp salt to a saucepan and stir to combine. Cook on medium heat for just a few minutes—until the sugar is dissolved and juices are drawn from the peaches. Remove from heat and set aside. 

*(If using canned or glass jar peaches in an amount of about 1 quart, skip the above step) 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Slice 6 tbs butter into pieces and add to a 9x13 inch baking dish. Place the pan in the oven while it preheats, to allow the butter to melt. Once melted, remove the pan from the oven.

1.      To make the batter, mix together 1 cup flour, 1 cup sugar, 2 tsp baking powder, and ¼ tsp salt. Stir in ¾ cup milk, just until combined. Pour the mixture into the pan, over the melted butter and smooth to an even layer. 

2.      Spoon the peaches and juice (or canned/glass jar peaches, if using) over the batter. Sprinkle ground cinnamon generously over the top.

3.      Bake for about 38-40 minutes. Serve warm topped with a scoop of ice cream, if desired.©

                                                            


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16 comments:

  1. Wonderful post, Linda and a huge YUM!

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment, Sloane. Have a great week.

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  2. What a wonderful memory of your grandmother. And, oh, boy, love peach cobbler! Thanks for sharing, Linda. 😊

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    1. I am so glad you enjoyed my post. Please stay safe and well.

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  3. I am especially fond of Peach cobbler. Thanks for a new recipe to try.

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    1. It is my favorite, too. Thanks so much for commenting.

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  4. Oh yes. Mum used to make this occasionally for Sunday dinners (which were at midday). Mum only ever cooked on the weekends because she worked as a teacher and my grandmother usually did most of the cooking. But peach cobbler! And we used cream on ours.

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    1. Cream on peach cobbler is yummy. Thanks for sharing your family memory, Vonnie.

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    1. Thank you so much for your sweet comment, Antoinette.

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  6. Lovely memories of days gone by. Here's hope they keep you nourished and well, Linda. Great post and recipe! Cheers!

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  7. Love the story of your grandmother. It brings back memories of my own grandma cooking on her wood stove. Apple hand pies were her specialty

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    1. I haven't heard of apple hand pies. Thanks for the mention. Cheers, Catherine.

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  8. How fortunate to have such lovely memories of your grandmother.

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    1. I treasure those memories. Thanks so much for commenting, Pamela. Stay safe and healthy.

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