Mike wanted to see this movie. He was 16 years old when Bob Dylan arrived on the scene; and later as a student at Ohio State and Kent State, he observed or experienced events that were a catalyst for many young artists. Therefore, he recognized the music and the time and space (political unrest, racial strife, the Cold War and the Vietnam War) that this music was rooted in. He related. He enjoyed revisiting the songs. He also enjoyed the movie’s references to Woody Guthrey. For very different reasons, Mike met Woody’s widow several times. We always relate more to a movie when we have some small bits of knowledge of the characters and the events. Also, Mike really enjoyed revisiting the songs. I’m betting he has a Bob Dylan album (yes…album) in the stack of old records we keep.
For me, I was 8 years old. I lived in rural Southwest Virginia and did not have a television. Our radio was only an AM station that played until 5 pm or 6 pm daily. That did not change until after I graduated from high school. During many of the years where Dylan’s music was most relevant and popular, I had no knowledge or concept. For me, House of the Rising Sun is the most recognizable song in Dylan’s playbook.
So maybe that is why we have different viewpoints. I enjoyed the movie but where I gave it a 6 or a 7, Mike leaned more toward a 9.
From Mike’s vantage, he felt the movie portrayed an artist who wanted to continue to grow and change, and Dylan’s destructive actions demonstrated his frustration at being “put in a box.” According to the movie, Bob Dylan’s roots were in acoustical folk music–think Woody Guthrey–and when he transitioned to a rock and roll genre, it was not without some angst from his fans and managers. This angst resulted in a moody Dylan (in the movie).
For me, the movie made Dylan look selfish; and while he appeared to (understandably) want to broaden as a singer/songwriter, he looked narrow in empathy and appreciation for those that helped him rise to fame. The movie portrayed a talented, yet petulant, man.
Artists who complain about fame yet seek the spotlight–for any reason–make it difficult for me to like them.
However, Bob Dylan has always been represented as being “cool”; and perhaps moviegoers feel a little bit of that coolness by attending the move. Maybe it rubs off on us!
However, this was the movies. Who knows what the real Bob Dylan is like? There is a generation who cares about that answer, and then there is another group that is a bit lukewarm about the whole subject.
Since I have had a strong interest in food preservation for the past few years, I’ve watched many You Tube videos on home canning and freeze drying. Concurrent with those shows, Azure Standard came up frequently. Azure Standard offers natural and non-GMO groceries and other products in bulk. What is also unique is their delivery method. Customers may have orders delivered to their door, however, it’s very expensive. What is affordable and more common is the Azure drop experience.
You can opt to use their drop location which is manned and organized by an Azure coordinator. My Azure coordinator, Gloria, is located in Kingsport, but the drop location is convenient to all of the Tri-Cities by being in Blountville near the Tri-Cities Airport. It was actually in the parking lot of Second Harvest Food Bank (the former Sam’s Club building).
I was emailed a date by Azure of the drop but I was advised to stay in close contact with my coordinator and my email and text as the delivery time could change. It did change so this was useful information. I believe it was originally scheduled for a Friday and ended up being on Wednesday.
Mike went with me to the drop as I had no idea what to expect. At that time, I didn’t even know where 500 Jericho Road was — only later did I realize it was the old Sam’s Club location. We arrived at 4:30 pm with the drop at 5:00 pm. The lot only had about five cars and a tractor and trailer on it. No one was out of their vehicle, so realizing we were early, we went to a nearby restaurant (Wendy’s) to use the restroom.
When we came back about 15 minutes later, activity had picked up. A lot! There were about 75 people there. Here’s what to expect if you order from Azure and use a drop.
Our names were on 3 x 5 cards on the ground.
I found mine quickly.
Everyone was in a line — but they were not lined up to get their packages. They line up to help unload the truck. Otherwise, this would not work.
So. you get in a line, you get packages (if they are too heavy, they’ll give you smaller ones), and you go to the orderer’s name on the pavement and stack the packages there. Then, you get back in line and do it all over again until the truck is unloaded. It takes about 20-30 minutes. There was a lot of stuff on that tractor and trailer.
The coordinator said to bring a tarp if it rained. Now I know why. Rain would be a bit of a disaster.
My order was small. I ordered three bags of different types of organic pasta. I ordered elbow macaroni, penne pasta and spaghetti — ten pounds of each. Most of the orders were quite large.
Here’s some more…
Now, Mike is still puzzling over why we did this.
When we got home, I put some of the pasta in jars which I then removed the oxygen from. I put quite a few pounds in reusable Mylar bags with oxygen absorbers. While they’ll keep for years, these will be used up during the next year.
So my cousin asked if it was worth it. In my case, it was a break even. I’d priced organic pasta and it was the same price or in some cases, a little less. There are many other items where the savings are quite dramatic. If I needed 25 pound bags of flour, I’d really save. For large families, Azure Standard appears to be very useful and very affordable. Interesting fact–I noticed that female names were on the pavement, but males were picking up the orders.
Other reasons people buy from Azure is because the company has a strong commitment to NON-GMO and organic foods. Also, if you are concerned about packaging waste and the environment, bulk ordering might make sense for you. For me, I like having a “grocery store” of sorts in my pantry so that if there’s an emergency and the grocery store doesn’t have a lot of stock, it doesn’t affect me adversely. My pasta is on the pantry shelf and will be used and replaced at some point.
I have an Azure catalog and I will order again from them again. It probably won’t be in the winter months because I can see where this could be problematic.
I recently shared a post of the quilt that is being raffled to support the operational maintenance of the Mendota Community Cemetery.
Someone asked a few questions about this community cemetery which I’ll go into in more detail a bit later, but I wanted to share a few details in this post. There’s probably a lot more details that I’m unaware of.
It’s my understanding that the land for the cemetery was donated by the Hamilton Family sometime in the 1800’s. This marker below is located in the Hamilton’s family plot in the cemetery. Other Hamilton family members tombstones date back further but were a little difficult to see in photographs so I posted this one. This is the same Hamilton family that is referenced in the name Hamilton Institute which later became Hamilton High School and Hamilton Elementary School. Apparently, they cared about our community very much.
The Mendota Community Cemetery has never charged for a community member in need. A great deal of history of our community is found in this cemetery. There are several cemeteries in Mendota, but this is the largest. However, all of these cemeteries share our community’s history; and if we value that, we should attempt to treat them with respect.
It is the resting place of a few who were Confederate Soldiers.
It is also the resting place of the famous outlaw turned preacher, Texas Jack Vermillion. Legend says he rode with Jessee James. Vickie Nelson did an excellent job of summarizing everything she could find about Texas Jack and presenting it at the Mendota Cemetery Annual Meeting and Homecoming in 2023.
The oldest tombstones are in the back of the cemetery. They stand like sentinels of history. Someone vandalized some of the old markers a few years back. We had to pay to get them straightened.
This marker has a lamb on it. I could not read the etching. My thought is that it is a marker for a child, but the lamb might be a depiction of one of Christ’s lambs waiting for his return. A bit of sweetness from a community with a strong faith.
Some members of the Stickley family rest here. For those new to Mendota, this was once a common Mendota name. There was an old two-story white house with a wide front porch on the property where the Mendota Lodge now sits. It was owned by Stickley’s. I’m sure they were related.
Likewise, across from the Mendota Baptist Church, the Stickley Hotel welcomed guests coming in on the train arriving at the Mendota Depot. Mendota was a thriving community in the early 1900’s. Will it thrive again?
And here lies one of my favorites from Mendota’s Past. Mrs. Faye Brooks had a gift shop located in a brick building where The Store@Mendota’s garden now resides. Silk stockings from her shop are located in the Mendota History Room in the Community Center. On Halloween, she made cupcakes for her Trick ‘r Treaters. We loved her. Cupcakes were a real treat. She lived in the house that sits directly to the right of the old brick Reynolds building (beside the Mendota Medical Clinic).
When Hamilton Elementary closed, we all grieved. It was an injustice that can never be undone. No elementary age child should have to ride a bus as far as our Mendota children were forced to do. They still are forced to do so. Politics and selfishness resulted in this wrong — but it happened. It’s why so many of our children go to Scott County’s schools or are homeschooled. (Scott County’s Hilton’s Elementary is much closer than Washington County’s elementary school — plus it’s ranked 40th in elementary schools in the entire state.) Can you tell this still makes me angry?
The last principal of Hamilton Elementary was beloved. His name was Richard Gardner. There is still a Richard Gardner Scholarship which commemorates Mr. Gardner. Mr. and Mrs. Gardner’s resting place is the Mendota Community Cemetery.
A friend of mine walks her dog on the loop of the Mendota Cemetery. She remarked that there was a “woman named Pink who lived in Mendota” buried there. I knew immediately who she was talking about. It was not a woman! Pink Pless was a man who lived in a tiny house across from what is now the Mendota Waste Disposal Station. I believe he could see out of only one eye, and I also think he kept roosters for cock fighting. You have to have lived here long ago and be pretty old to remember Pink Pless but it was fun revisiting him in my mind. There is no remnant of Pink where his house once stood. This marker, however, notes his presence in our past.
I want to share more about the Mendota Cemetery and the quilt raffle and why we have to fundraise.
At one time, we did not have to fundraise. Gas was cheap. Labor was cheap. CD rates were high. That’s all reversed. We raffled Mendota afghans for many years. We did a cook book. We did Bingo for a number of years. We had a concert which we all loved with Dale Jett & Hello Stranger. Then…we started doing quilts. It has been a small group of women making the quilts or sometimes a quilt has been donated that was raffled. I’ll share pictures of some of these quilts in another post. For the last two years, I donated the quilt. I don’t think I’ll do this again in the short-term, but I’ve enjoyed doing this the past two years.
I think the question recently asked regarded my accountability with raffle ticket sales. It’s a fair question, as we typically collect a lot of money. Anywhere between $1800-$2500 in ticket sales make a huge difference in maintaining the cemetery. This typically has come from efforts from Patsy Carrier, Dottie Dye, The Store@Mendota and my own efforts to sell tickets, so we are handling a lot money. Sometimes people Venmo me and they definitely have to know me to feel comfortable with that. They are not only trusting me with their money — I’m writing out the tickets for them! Other times, they wish to write a check to the Mendota Cemetery Association, and I mail them tickets to be completed and they return the tickets and the check to me. I pay for the postage out of my pocket. My parents are buried in the Mendota Cemetery, and I have an interest in its future.
However, as in any raffle or fundraiser such as this, there is an element of trust from those making the donations to buy the raffle tickets. I can’t make that go away.
The Mendota Community Cemetery is an LLC and has a Board. While at one time I was a Trustee, I am not on the Board at this time. These two quilts I have donated have had a cost to me of about $400 each. The fabric runs a little over $100 and the machine quilting and binding is done by a master quilter (obviously not me) for somewhere in the $230-$250 range. Full disclosure, I have also won one quilt — it was an early one and our sales were about $750 that year and I bought 250 tickets. Even though I make the quilt, I also buy 100 tickets each year. Patsy Carrier has won twice. Patsy buys a lot of tickets. Diane Salyer won once–she won my favorite quilt which was red and white.
Sometimes a person wins that we have no idea how they got a ticket. Margie Dean sold one ticket to a relative or friend in Kentucky one year, and that person won.
In 2024, we haven’t been actively selling tickets in the manner that we usually have. We need to sell these tickets. Last year’s quilt went to maintenance of the cemetery’s driveway. It’s why the driveway is nice and the hearse and funeral van can more easily make the steep trek up the hill. It’s why Carson can get his backhoe up there fairly efficiently to dig a grave. I’m hoping that our ticket sales pick up. You don’t necessarily need to know me or even like me, but if you have an interest in helping preserve a part of Mendota’s history, you’ll buy a quilt ticket. Checks are actually welcome and preferred and you’ll see the Mendota Cemetery endorsement on the back. Likewise, stop in the store and buy a ticket or message me, and I’ll drop some tickets off for you to fill out.
It’s about a community’s cemetery and its past — not a quilt. The quilt is just a means to garner attention and to get donations from people who otherwise would not donate. You can make your donation and not buy a quilt ticket. Most people buy the tickets as it’s also fun to have a chance to win a pretty quilt.
Thank you. Part II and more details on the Mendota Cemetery to come.
I watch people work, and I realize how differently we all approach tasks. Most of the time, we all have the same outcome — task completed! However, we each do things differently. I do better when I’m doing multiple things.
For instance, I came home from church on Sunday and milk was spilled in the refrigerator. At first I was slightly annoyed, and then I realized I needed to clean the fridge anyway, so why be hateful about it?
The cleaning began. First I took everything out. I was also unloading a few groceries.
There were “science projects” inside the fridge — moldy food. Yuck.
As I pulled out the potatoes, I thought “why not make some potato salad?”
Which required some chopping..
So while I had the celery out…I thought I’d rinse it in vinegar and seal it so that it’ll keep longer. (If you have not got a Mason jar sealer yet, you need one. Trust me.)
Do you see a pattern here? I’m not even thinking about wiping down the refrigerator at this point. Also, notice the groceries never got put away.
And then…the potato salad. I made it.
It was yummy! So…I sat down and ate some. Still no movement on actually cleaning the refrigerator.
But….then…I got moving.
Cold cut drawer. Check.
Removed shelves, wiped, disposed, cleaned and then put things back in. Check.
All clean. Everything put away nicely. I see two prepared dinners in there. There is a frozen casserole on the right with the red lid that is thawing for tonight, and beef kabobs on the left for dinner on Monday. (We have frozen casseroles on Sunday night because I hate cooking on Sunday. I actually hate cooking every day, but on Sunday, it’s particularly offensive. )
And…tidied the kitchen. Everything came together at the end.
For the past two weeks, I’ve had a mother bird with babies on the back porch. This is the third year a bird has built a nest in this spot. Is it the same bird? Maybe, I don’t know.
I didn’t know they were barn swallows until I posted this picture last week. Someone who knows more than me told me what they were.
In that picture in that tiny nest, there are four baby birds that are absolutely huge. They are almost as large as their mother who loyally comes to feed them. I keep judging her….”your children will never fledge and be productive if you keep doing all the work for them!” She doesn’t listen.
Then…on Thursday, I went out and watered my hanging plants on the porch. While the birds were used to my doing so daily, apparently I startled one enough to shift a tiny bit and it tumbled out of the nest, caught itself by fluttering its wings, and it flew. It flew away. In the next 60 seconds, the other three did the same. They finally fledged.
I didn’t want to destroy the nest until I was sure they were through using it. So, I left it up until the following morning. Then, bright and early at 7:30 am, I cleaned the porch. The birds had made a very nasty mess. You can imagine.
It was so nice to have it clean. I went in the house and sat down for breakfast, and thought about my former houseguests, the barn swallows. I learned that they are very beneficial. They eat insects. I started feeling very bad for all the things I’d been thinking about them. Like…why didn’t I left the snake that almost got them…just get them? I had that thought many times.
Even though I was disliking the baby birds when I saw the snake getting ready to climb the post, I just could not watch this happen. This snake was getting very comfortable with us. When we were out in the garden, we’d watch it climb the fence looking for birds in bushes. But..on the back porch…this was too close to home! So, on that day when the snake lurked around the baby birds, I went in and read what would be a deterrent for a snake, and I came out and threw vinegar on the snake. I have not seen it since. I hate this as this is a beneficial snake.
But the porch is now clean. I want to show you something I’m very proud of. See this little table below? My grandfather that I never met made this table. Peter Livingston Barker.
It has the outline of a biscuit cutter so it was made for someone’s kitchen. Probably my grandmother’s kitchen. Martha Kaylor Barker. I never met him, nor did I meet her. You can read a little about him here.
So…the table is probably about 100 years old.
My sister had this table, and she gave it to me. I am so grateful. I am going to move it in the house, but for at least a few weeks, I’m going to enjoy it out here. I put a burlap sack on it for protection. When it moves inside, I’ll work on it a little bit, but I like the character that time and circumstances have given this table.
We had guests this weekend…family. I was happy the little table was at the door to greet them.
While admittedly, I did clean the house…at one time I would have worried myself sick on what to cook, etc. I am not a great cook. It’s so nice to be a little older and not fret over useless stuff. No one cares! I sat the table with what I had. We ate what we would have eaten that night anyway…just added a little more to it. And the time we spent was precious.
Thank you for reading RiverCliff Cottage. It’s my blog about my life in Mendota, Virginia and nothing. Mostly nothing!
We are a bit late getting this raffle off the ground. There is not really a good excuse. I think we’ve sold about 250 quilt tickets. However, here is the 2024 Mendota Cemetery Quilt. This quilt raffle raises money that goes directly to the Mendota Cemetery Association and contributes to our having this beautiful, well maintained cemetery in our community.
I think this is a pretty quilt. However, if you are looking for a very difficult, unique quilt block pattern, you’ll be disappointed (I made it…I have to work with the skillset I have)! However, I am pretty good at picking out beautiful fabric, doing a simple assembly then….the quilting is absolutely exquisite. (I did not quilt the quilt.). It fits a queen size bed.
Look at the fun pattern…can you see the flowers that are stitched everywhere? My mother, Vivian Barker, inspired this quilt. She loved polka dots, and a great deal of the fabric used in the quilt has polka dots. Polka dots or flowers. The entire back of the quilt is polka dots. Mother called them “Pokey Dots.”
But, while the quilt is beautiful, the reason we have the raffle is better. It supports our beautiful cemetery where we have never charged a family in need. Our hope is that those who have family members buried there do not forget this and provide a small donation annually. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always occur; and there is a need for additional fundraising. Thus, the quilt raffle.
Here are a few pictures to remind everyone of just how pretty our Mendota Cemetery is…
If you wish to support our 2024 Quilt Raffle, the tickets are $1.00 each. Katie Harris has been kind enough to allow us to place the quilt in The Store@Mendota where you may purchase raffle tickets. If you wish to contact me directly for tickets, please do so. I’ll be happy to help.
Thank you for considering supporting the Mendota Cemetery Association and our quilt raffle.
One of the reasons people choose to live in a rural area is to grow their own food. We have had many years with gardens since we built this place in 1999, but we’ve also had years where we didn’t have a garden. The years I worked a lot and the years we operated Adventure Mendota — we were just too busy.
Even on those busy years, however, we could still grow a few things around the house. I grow Romaine lettuce in flower pots. We cut it off and eat it and it grows back and we do it all again — this works for quite a while!
Now is a perfect time to return to having a garden. I am working far less, and Mendota, Virginia has a wonderful climate for growing things. Grocery prices are high, and there is a sense of uneasiness in many parts of the world. Having a garden gives us an opportunity to push back on those high prices; and, for me, a sense of food security. My garden, if all goes well, will yield a freezer filled with corn and sweet peppers, many jars of spaghetti sauce, tomatoes, tomato juice, salsa, relish, pickles and so forth. I’m still hunting for that wonderful vegetable soup recipe that doesn’t taste “canny.”
One thing we’ve always been challenged with is how to keep tomatoes from becoming a total train wreck in our garden. I see perfectly tied tomato plants all the way to Hiltons, and then there has been ours–a tangled mess. We are trying to do better this year. I watched a You Tube video called the “Florida Weave Method” of stringing tomatoes. It involves nylon string. It’s what you see above — while it’s not as exact as the You Tube video, it seems to be working. They’ll grow taller, and I’ll add more string. I also have to do some pruning of the lower branches of the tomato plant. I’m watching a You Tube video tonight on how to do that. Fact: A garden is a place one can always learn.
It has been really rainy and we’ve had a lot of weeds. I tried to hoe and keep up, but it was very difficult. Mike came to the rescue with a little mini cultivator which left things looking nice.
We were so happy that the corn germinated. Some years we’ve had problems with this, and then other years, the corn germinated and the crows grabbed the tiny seedlings to eat what remained of the seed. In the picture below, we have two rows planted two weeks ago–that’s the corn you can see– and two rows planted just four days ago–you have to look closer to see those. Beside those rows, there is a row of tiny seedlings of zinnia flowers that are coming up. They’re not visible in this picture.
My friend says that if you don’t have half-runner green beans, you don’t have green beans. We planted Mountaineer half runners as well as Rattlesnake pole beans. The Rattlesnakes get their name from the way they curve and climb. Mike placed sections of wire fencing called “hog fence panels” which are 4′ x 8′ from Rural King to give them a place to climb. With hog fence panels, the squares are smaller at the bottom than at the top. We accidentally put some of them upside down, but no matter, we have no hogs.
I’ll be picking Japanese beetles off those beans soon. I hate those little creatures.
We also have cucumbers coming up. They were planted very late but they have made their appearance and will grow fast.
I planted green peppers close to the house because we use so many. I’m now second guessing this decision. I’ve got them in a Tartar metal thing and in whiskey barrels. I had thought about planting crookneck squash in the whiskey barrels but the seeds didn’t seem to germinate. So…I planted these peppers and all of a sudden, squash popped up. I’m not sure how this will work out. I placed an old tomato cage for the squash to grow up vs. out. We’ll have to see how this works out.
And I have them in this Tartar thing I got at Lowes. These Tartar raised beds were not cheap, and I’m disappointed with myself for getting them. My green peppers have something eating at them and I’ve never had this before. Also, they are not as robust looking at what I’m used to. I’m blaming the galvanized raised beds. This could potentially be a big mistake as we eat a lot of these peppers. I freeze enough to have peppers each week of the year. The lower shelf of my upright freezer is typically full of packs of frozen green peppers as we approach fall.
Over at the barn, we’ll use more hog fencing when the gourd seedlings get larger and start to climb. I use the gourds for fall decorations.
Here’s a picture from years back where I’ve enjoyed my gourds…
I keep them until Christmas and spray paint them gold. Here’s a version of that..
But for now…there is no gourds. Just a tiny seedling that I have big dreams for.
Gardens, while practical, are for dreamers. We dream about what we’ll plant in the winter. We dream about what we’ll harvest while the garden is growing. We think about eating what we’ve grown.
And it all starts with dirt.
Thank you for reading. I used to keep this blog current and had so many followers and then I stopped. You know how that it–life gets in the way. I decided to start again and just keep it my little secret until someone finds it. If you found it, please comment and let me know.
Back in the days when there there was no Amazon, magazines like Country Living or Better Homes and Gardens had sections where novelty furnishings or garden items could be purchased. In the late 1990’s, we had a townhome in Louden County, Virginia with a really nice screened porch. During that time, late one night, I ordered a grape cart flower cart for that porch. Here’s the flower cart today:
The funny thing about that order was this–my husband traveled and worked away most of the time so I was in the habit of staying up very late at night and then sleeping late in the morning. I saw this cute little grape cart and decided it would be a great addition to the screened porch in Northern Virginia. I was living in a town called Cary, North Carolina when I ordered it. (Mike was living in the Louden County townhome.) It was about 2 am. There was a 1.800 number number and a Pennsylvania address. I thought it was a number for a call center that took orders for the magazine. So…I called it.
The phone rang a few times and then a sleepy voice answered…“Hello.” I didn’t know what to say–I was stunned that it was not a call center, so I just said “I am ordering the grape cart.” While I don’t recall the details, I didn’t order it that night. I ordered it the next day.
I’m glad I did. I have always liked this little grape cart. It’s had the box remade several times. The box that appears in the photos above is taller than the original box and it’s made of old wood from church pews that were modified to be shorter in length than a church pew normally is. The downside of the current wooden box is that I cannot grow lettuce in it, etc., and it’s built with wood that has varnish, etc.
Here’s the box as it used to be:
This grape cart has been moved to the following locations as we moved around. It started in Louden County, Virginia. It moved to Basking Ridge, New Jersey. From there, off it went to Boca Raton, Florida, and then it came to where it is now in Mendota, Virginia.
At some time, Michael and I plan to sell this pretty place–not because we don’t love it, but as we age, we realize we may not need anything quite as large.
So, from time to time, we go look at other property; and frequently, we hear the words “million dollar view.” It’s a little challenging for me to not say anything; because I do have a million dollar view. The river is just past that fence. The mountain is…well…it’s right where you see it!
I just look outside. Our hay was baled today. Tight as a tick.
It’s a busy time in Mendota. Gardens are seeing their last days of summer. While I did not put out a garden this summer, my friends, neighbors, our orchard, and Mann Farms have kept me well supplied. During the past months, I’ve canned potatoes, chicken, strawberry jelly, peaches, tomatoes, tomato juice and spaghetti sauce. In the next three days, I’ll can about 24 pints of spaghetti sauce as well as quite a bit of grape jelly. All of this leaves us with a small grocery store of sorts right in our pantry. I thought of this quite often during the days of the pandemic when people stayed in their homes and apartments in urban areas. How did they do it? We sat up here on our hill, gardened, worked on projects and waited for the world to return to normal.
While we did not put out a garden, I’ve missed it. Mike has, too. Next year, we will put out a small garden with tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, a few green beans, etc. I’m planting garlic next month. I’d also like some potatoes. I just learned how well they can.
Speaking of canning, these homegrown tomatoes are in the canner right now as tomato juice.
These tomatoes lined up on my porch (below) are Romas. They have more pulp and make great spaghetti sauce. They skin so easily when I scald them. They are easy to work with. I scald them in hot water and then pinch the skin right off. I then cut out the core and they’ll go into the food processor. The spaghetti sauce I make costs about $1.50 per pint for me to make when I buy the tomatoes, and it’s so much better than what I purchase in the store. It’s not so sweet and sugary — although my recipe calls for about 1/2 cup of brown sugar–but that is spread in enough sauce that makes up about 24 pints. Far less sugar than store bought.
I’m waiting to hear the POP POP POP of jars sealing. The jiggling pressure canner and the sealing of jars are sounds of my summer.
On Sunday, August 27, my sisters and I will be at the Mendota Community Center for the annual Mendota Cemetery Homecoming or just what we call “Homecoming.” Everyone is invited. You do not have to have a family member buried in the cemetery to come and enjoy a potluck dish and fellowship.
The Mendota Cemetery is beautiful and continues its more than 100 year tradition of never charging a local family in need.
However, we worry about “what’s next?” Homecoming was once well attended, but it’s dwindled in recent years as the families that are faithful to attend are now resting in this cemetery or another cemetery elsewhere. If you are reading this and live in Mendota, I hope you’ll come.
The cemetery is very well maintained. This is much in part to Gerald Booher, the president of the Mendota Cemetery Association. We typically have a fundraiser such as a quilt raffle and this raffle–and those who provide monetary gifts–ensures things stay looking nice. My favorite quilt from all of the quilts we’ve raffled was the one below. It was won by Diane Salyer, and that is her parents Wave and Don Fleenor standing in front of the quilt.
