Friday, March 11, 2016
Peanuts or some say Goobers
This year when we bought our 100lbs of Georgia Pecans, Sherry's cousin gave us a big bag of peanuts. They had slipped my mind until I was in the motor home basement a day or two ago.
My mind went to my childhood and reminded me of some peanuts that were packaged in a small paper tube with a slip on top. A coin was guaranteed in every package. It was most always a penny. But about every 'blue moon' someone found a nickel. So we kept buying them when we had a spare nickel.
The only place I remember selling these particular peanuts was close to my Granny Lloyd's house. A kid could always count on Granny for a nickel, from that little cross snap change purse, tucked in her bra.
Granny was a sweet old lady, probably over 60 yrs old and I thought she was a hundred. She lived in a little shotgun house. You walked into a small living room, then a small bed room and finally a small kitchen with an eating area.
Her house was surrounded by small red hills due to erosion. But Erosion or not, they were fun to run and play on. My memories of Granny was p-nut butter crackers. At that time crackers were the size of a slice of bread, and scored in four sections. One could break them up in singles like crackers come today or do like granny, make us a BIG peanut butter cracker. It was like a sandwich and it thrilled me to grab one and head for those red hills to play.
She lived in South Gastonia, a couple blocks from where I was born. Just across the street from the South Gastonia Church of God. She was a charter member of that church.
Peanuts have been a part of our family forever. Granny had P-nuts on their farm by their store. Daddy grew Peanuts for a living in the first few years of marriage.
I was taught to love peanuts from 'green and moist' when they were first dug, to parched over an open fire.
PS: I know I am getting old, but I do remember doing a p-nut entry awhile back, this is not exactly the same (I don't think).
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