Friday, April 29, 2011

The Old Chicken Fryer.....

  
   Heavy cast iron used and maintained over the years. In those days you had respect for things; you took care of what you had - they were not disposable- not easily replaced. Often handed down to the next generations filled with memories of the home it came from.
   My great-grandmother kept her large cast iron chicken fryer on top of the dryer in the laundry room. I recall visiting her, walking outside along the side of her little house and passing that very laundry room. Seeing the frying pan there always made me wander why it was stored there; lack of space seemed to be the answer.
   She had a funny way about her fried chicken; kept it in a bowl in a kitchen cabinet- not the fridge. To this day I have no idea why- it was just her way. So many fond memories fill my heart; she and I were close and always shared moments together when I was up on the farm. Trips to town were special with her and she loved to shop; first stop- perfume counter, and yes, we must test every one. Mercy! she would exclaim, biting her tongue with a smile.
   Far from home she traveled several times to visit us here in the deep south. I recall her staying with me when it was needed and teaching me house keeping skills when my mom was away; we grew close in those days. Nearly blind, she still worked quite hard for her age- snapping beans, shelling peas, or pitting cherries we could talk for hours while our hands kept busy about out task.
   The old frying pan was passed to my mother many years ago and some time back came to be with me. A part of my great-grandmother comes with it; she was always precious to me. I never fry a chicken without seeing her sitting on a step stool nearby; ready to lend a hand or a bit of advice. Today we share a pan of chicken; farm raised, butchered by our own hands, and fried up just right- in loving memory of her...by way of ...her old chicken fryer.

5 comments:

Mrs. Farmer said...

A lovely tribute.

Simply Scaife Family said...

Thank you...I treasure my memories of her.

Dr. Momi said...

Great memories -- including the frying pan! Great-Grandma is smiling.

naomilovestom said...

Beautiful! I have an old paring knife that belonged to my grandmother. I use it every day and always think of her using it. Yes, my grandmother had some strange ways too. Leftovers from meals were not refrigerated, they sat on the back of the cold wood stove until the next meal. On special days when we had meals at her house, like Thanksgiving or Christmas, after dinner (lunch) was over, the plates were cleared away and the leftover food was left on the table and a big white sheet was draped over everything. At suppertime, the sheet was lifted and everyone ate the leftovers from lunch. For some reason, food didn't spoil as easily as it does today.

Simply Scaife Family said...

Thank you so much for sharing your memories, Ladies. I, too recall food sitting out and not spoiling- things sure have changed! Again, thanks everyone for the precious shared memories.