If you were raised in the country or small towns in the south unless your family traveled world wide or had friends up past the Mason/Dixon, your knowledge of the outside world was limited.
My daddy was preacher, we believed in ‘Divine Healing’. There was always a small bottle of Olive oil on the Bible Stand. I honestly did not know anyone ate or cooked with that stuff, I thought it stunk.
I ate my first olive when we moved to Belmont, NC in 1954, I was 15 years old. They were in a jar, green with a red inside.(Yeah I know now they were stuffed) But I did not know about the pit. I nearly broke a tooth on Parris Island.(I just knew the purple ones were rotten) The Corps was to cheap to buy pitted Olives. (smile).
I was married before I ate a Blue Berry. I was in my 60’s before picking and eating a Raspberry. I was raised picking and eating Black Berries.
I did not know folks in the USA ice skated. I thought WE only skated on steel wheel metal frame skates. I had only seen one pond freeze hard enough to walk on, much less skate on. In school I saw pictures of folks over seas ice skating.
I may have heard of Rhubarb, broccoli, Brussels' sprouts, asparagus and eggplant, but I certainly had never seen nor eaten it before I was 17.
(I remember thinking ‘I never saw a cabbage that little!’)
I am very surprised here on the blog of others even out of the south, who did not see a pizza until later in life.
Maybe I wasn’t the only sheltered kid.
Thanks for stopping by the log.
Did you ever see a house that did not have a foundation? My Grandpa’s house was built on a couple stumps and some big rocks (they were the pillars that supported the house)
1954 Packard (thanks Louis from the west coast)