I love the cabbage core

(Pictures from the web, 'cept Debbie and Gary', ....wait they are too, I stole it methinks)



Since a child and mama would give me the core to chew on, it has been a favorite thing of mine. Funny how those little things stick.


(I could not find apples on a piece of tin roof, that is how mama dried hers)

When mama dried apples there wasn’t much left on the cores, but I loved to gnaw them also.

Grandson Luke liked apples but always wanted them peeled. But just one day with sister Kat, who told him it was important to eat the peeling, and from then on he has loved apples and never peels them.
             
I heard son Jack tell someone awhile back, “While the rest of the family was eating ice cream dad was eating an apple or chewing on celery or a carrot. That wasn’t always true, we all used to have a bowl of vanilla Ice cream with chocolate syrup on it, most ever night. BUT I did eat a lot of raw veggies and apples.
Another of my favorites when I headed for the river with my dog was a pint jar of mama’s pintos and a biscuit.  I liked to whittle a spoon thinking that was being a pioneer. If a farmer had a row of onions along the road, I pulled one of those to go with the pintos. They never seemed to care.

I feel sorry for boys who cannot carry a pocket knife today. I had a ‘Camp King Knife’. It was one of the first el-cheapo all purpose knives with can opener, leather punch, pop bottle opener and screw driver.

(The Campking was the forerunner of this and the Swiss Army Knife)
I smile EVERYTIME I say something about carrying a pocket knife. Friend Debbie up in Kentucky, said a little while after she and Gary were married she asked, “Honey do you have you knife with you?”
His answer, “Got my pants on don’t I.”

Yep, us older boys were raised with a knife in our pockets and never opened it in anger nor cut a living soul.

The purpose of a pocket knife was mainly to clean your fingernails. But it also cleaned a fish, rabbit or squirrel. Every time I headed toward the river I also had salt wrapped up in a piece of wax paper. Sometimes I was lucky enough to get a tomato with that onion. I hated to lose the tomato juice so I could cut it in half and not sqwush the juice out when I bit into it.

Since I just finished a couple cabbage cores, I wuz just a thinking.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I will stop telling the truth about them.
~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952~
I remember that, He was running against Ike and Dick.
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1930’s Studebakers from the Stud Museum in South Bend, Indiana.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-kJ8U4BAY0
If you are interested in Studebakers nice youtube