Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Ever plug a watermelon?
An American car
Now this is loving a watermelon!
My daddy was raised on a farm. The oldest child of 13. He had to quit school to become a full time farm hand at the age of 9. That was not unheard of in the first of the 1900s and before. Kids in the cities and coal mining country went to work at that age. Sherry’s parents worked in cotton mills from the age of 9 and 12 until their late 50s.
I remember hearing my daddy say, “Don’t tell me that rocks do not grow, each year we cleaned the fields of rocks during plowing and hauled them to the edge and added them to the wall before planting. All the rocks were gone, but next year it was the same, I know they grow!” and he would laugh.
Long before rest areas some of the state roads had signs, “PICNIC TABLE AHEAD.” On trips of over 100 miles in the 40-50s era in the summer he always seemed to have a watermelon. There was always a box of salt in the car. Daddy could thump a melon and tell if it was ripe. I never knew him to be wrong. At a picnic table he would drop the ‘melon’ (Never watermelon just melon) then we would break off pieces with our fingers. Lastly he would use his pocket knife. When I was a kid I could eat many seeds too. LOL
When he wasn’t around and I was in the field, I would sneak and ‘plug’ one to make sure it was red. A plug is a small pyramid shape into the melon with a pocket knife. If it wasn’t red I stuck it back in and positioned the melon so the plug was not obvious. I am not sure if it ruined the fruit or not. Does anyone here know?
I look back at all my daddy knew. Much he learned from work and experience but most seemed to be innate abilities. Somehow he could predict problems with an auto engine with no obvious symptoms.
In this world today we have less of these abilities because we have so much technology to depend on.