Sometimes she would make blackerry pies from blackberries we had picked in the summer and she had canned. Getting the blackerry filling thick enough was always a trick and if by chance it was a little runny, she always aplogized, blamed it on either the stove or the weather and we ate them anyway. They were always delicious.
In the fall and early winter, when the pumpkins were plentiful we could expect lots of pumpkin pies. For a special occasion we might have a lemon pie.
If she didn't plan on making but two or three pies on Saturday. She would make a big old stack cake with about seven or eight layers and filling in between. Making Stack Cakes was an art. I will write about those in a separate story.
I REMEMBERED SOMETHING ABOUT MY GRANDMOTHER, BUT I BET YOU REMEMBER IT ALSO.. MY GRANDMOM ALWAYS WORE AN APRON, EVERY DAY, ALL DAY LONG. AND ALWAYS HUNG IT UP BEHIND THE KITCHEN DOOR EVERY NIGHT IF IT WAS CLEAN ENOUGH TO WEAR THE NEXT DAY.
I do remember her apron but my favorite memory of her Grandmom was of the big ktchen table loaded with food and the sideboard full of freshly baked pies. I also remember the time Jean and I got into trouble for picking the neighbors tomatoes and hiding them under our bed so we could eat them later. Our punishment from Grandmom was we had to go raid the neighbor's garden again so we would have enough tomatoes for all of us to eat.
That's It for Today.