Autumn entered our hills with wet feet, and it has been mostly damp ever since.
Our hills are not the colorful scene as usual, since there has been no frost or freezing weather. We still can look forward to bright autumn weather, which is yet to come. The summer season is now gone, with gardens being mowed off, and turnips planted.
Turnips remind me of the late Roy Bullard, whose house was situated right across from the Hagar Grade School. He always planted a crop of turnips in the fall, and when they got big enough to eat, he would invite the schoolchildren to help themselves. Each recess and noon hour, one could witness a flock of children chomping on a turnip. I am sure these were much healthier than the snacks that children eat today.
We would gather them until the ground froze and the turnips would freeze. I can remember how good and crunchy these turnips were as we ate them raw. I am still fond of turnips, cooked with a little bacon grease. I also need a turnip or two for my vegetable soup. My dear husband has no luck with raising turnips—I think he has finally given it up! One year he had a lovely crop of turnips come up, with green flourishing leaves. It came a rain shower, and the next morning, his crop of turnips had all wilted over.
As the weather cools, we get in the mood for baking, or at least I do. Since pawpaw’s are in season, I found a recipe given to me years ago by my sister Mary Ellen. It is for pawpaw cake, and more than the recipe, she brought us the cake she had baked. It was absolutely scrumptious!
PAWPAW CAKE
Mix together in a large bowl three cups of flour, two cups of sugar, one teaspoon soda, one teaspoon salt, one teaspoon cinnamon, and one cup chopped nuts (pecans or walnuts.) In a medium bowl beat three eggs, one and half cups of oil, one and half teaspoons vanilla, two cups mashed pawpaws, and one eight ounce can of crushed pineapple. Pour this over the flour mixture and mix well, but do not beat. Pour into a greased and floured 13X9 inch cake pan and bake at 325 degrees for 35-40 minutes.
Frost with cream cheese frosting. Soften one 8 ounce package of cream cheese and ½ cup butter or margarine at room temperature. Cream together with one pound confectioner’s sugar and one teaspoon vanilla. Sprinkle with one cup chopped pecans and store in refrigerator until ready to serve. Be sure and cool cake completely before frosting. Mary Ellen used pecans in this cake, but she said our native black walnuts would be delicious in it.
Schoolchildren generally like pawpaws. This banana-tasting fruit hangs in the trees at this time of year, free for the taking. After the green turns black, they are ready to eat. Patty remembers a little boy in grade school (many years ago) who brought them every day for a snack. The only problem was, he carried them in his pocket. Have you ever seen a ripe pawpaw after it has been carried in a little boy’s pocket all day? That reminds me of my dad. He went to Hagar School when he was a kid, and he told me all he had to take for lunch was a baked sweet potato that he carried this in his pocket. Needless to say, his schooling didn’t last long. However, he was self-educated and very well read. He was an example of godly fatherhood, and “trained us up in the way that we should go.” (Proverbs 22-6)
I feel that my readers are close to me (almost like family) so I am going to share some personal things that our family is going through. We are such a large family so that when something happens, we are all affected.
Our beloved daughter-in-law, Sarah Anne Bragg passed away September 23. It happened so fast, and so unexpectedly that we are still in shock. She married Kevin when they were both 18, and has been such a part of our life that we are having a hard time trying to cope with it. She did have cancer, which was in remission, and a kidney ailment called polycystic kidney disease.
She was a teacher at Clay High School, and kept on teaching the children whom she loved. She never complained, but had a ready smile for everyone and always a hug when needed. No one knows the things she bought with her own money for the needy kids she encountered. She was so good to everyone who would let her. She had a birthday Friday, and we went to her house to wish her “Happy Birthday.” She wouldn’t let us come in, and explained, “I woke up from my nap and I am running a fever.” (The family is very careful not to spread germs to me.) I wanted to hug her, and now I wish I had. The last thing she said to me was, “I love you too.”
Sunday morning we got a text from her daughter, Miriam Abigail, that she had been taken to the hospital and was in ICU. At midnight that night, we got a call from Abigail that she was gone. Gone? How could she be? She had even taught school Friday. She never complained about her illness or the kidney dialysis she had to endure. She had pneumonia in one lung, and was septic. Our whole family is heartbroken, and leaning on God to help us.
She is the first link to be broken in our family chain, except for two little babies who never saw the light of day. There will be more, of course, as time marches on. I pray every day for my family, that they will find salvation and be ready to meet God.
Our family is a circle of strength and love.
With every birth and every union, the circle grows.
Every joy shared adds more love.
Every crisis faced together
Makes the circle stronger
– Author Unknown
(Please pray for us. I can’t quit crying—I loved her so much.)
