Picking Apples

This story was related to me in the early 2000`s by a fiesty 80 something year old wife of Bernard`s cousin Michael Felber named Edith.

Edith told of how in the early days of their marriage,  Aunt Chris (Edith`s mother-in-law) was raving to Grandma Millie about the quality of apples in a nearby orchid.  She referred to them as  Uncle Joe and Aunt Millie.  Anyway Joe and Millie decided to get some for themselves so off they went in their Model T.  The car became stuck in a sandhill on the way.  Millie jumped out to push the car out which she was able to do and the car went on it`s way.  At the orchid Joe stopped and looked around for Millie.  He looked back to see her running "mad as a wet hen" toward him.  He had forgotten to pick her up.

On the same topic Aunt Ramonda told of how they preserved apples by drying slices on racks out by the chicken coop.  One warm Sat. her job as a youngster was to clean house.  She cleaned awhile, go out and sample drying apples, and get a tall cool drink.  She repeated the steps several times during the day.  The apples tasted so good.  You can imagine what the water did to all those dried apples.  She said her belly swelled up and she was very constipated.  I doubt Grandma Millie was aware of what she had done all day.

The kids took advantage of their parent`s trips to town for groceries.  Uncle Ernie told of how they would make fudge as soon as they left.  His job as the youngest was to make sure their folk`s car was out of sight so they could make a plate of fudge, eat the whole batch, and clean up.  Then Ernie watched to make sure the car was not returning too soon.  He said Millie never suspected.  I think kids have not changed a whole lot in the past 100 years.