Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I've been enjoying some watermelon lately. For many years, since I was a little kid, in fact, I did not eat it.
On a summer evening when my cousin, Marcheta, and I were about 4 and 5 years old, her dear grandparents (my Great Aunt Lizy and Great Uncle Fred) took us for a ride. This was always a treat. To get to go out to the country and just see horses, cows, hay stacks and farms was fun for us "city" kids.
Well, they also let us pick and eat a bunch of mulberries. After that we were probably thirsty so we begged for root beer. A nickle a mug was reasonable. More riding and an ice cream cone each - also a nickle. After getting back to the house, there was a lovely big watermelon.
As you can tell, that was the last thing we ate and to put it delicately, it was the first thing back up when I was ill later that evening. My mom always laughed when I claimed it was the watermelon that made me sick.
So it's been a while, but I do like me some watermelon now!