Fond Childhood Memories
September 21, 2006
I came across a wonderful blog written by Rebecca who lives in rural Ireland. Her blog is called An Irish Craftworkers Good Life. In it, she has a post about her children going blackberry picking. First of all, I love the great way she avoids the purple stains on their clothes…she has them wear purple to start with! Very clever! 
The post reminds me of summers on my grandfather’s farm as a kid. My grandmother would give my brother and me a large wash pan to fill and we’d set off blackberry picking. It’s hazardous duty, after all, they have thorns about a half an inch long!
After a while we’d come in the house, covered with purple stains, our arms scratched all over and big purple grins. After all, we HAD to taste test as we went along, right?
Then my grandmother would make us a fresh blackberry cobbler and we’d top it off with Grandpa’s homemade vanilla ice cream. To this day, blackberries bring a smile to my face and remind me of childhood. Thanks, Rebecca, for bringing back these lovely memories today!
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Rebecca | September 21, 2006 at 7:44 am
Ah Lynn, isn’t there just so much more to the humble blackberry. The fact they are also delicious is a bonus, but all those lovely memories too. The first frosts are coming in Ireland soon, so we are making the most of the last of the berries this week.
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Jonathan Ramsey | September 22, 2006 at 3:19 pm
You know that just talking about someone’s childhood memories of Ireland will draw many of us out to read and comment.
A flood of memories of being the American city kid visiting family farms in the summer rushes over me. Most memories are beautiful and idyllic. A handful are horrifying, and shed bright light on my path to vegetarianism. Is Vegetarianism a word, yet? Does it have a manifesto, a certain color jacket, or a thing I have to do with my hand? Oh, yeah. The farm. Ahhhhh.
My almost-five-year-old daily asks me what my certain favorite things are. While that can be a hard question, when you love so many things, blackberries seem to float to the top of the list of favorite fruits. Yum! Although my great uncle’s grapes were tasty right after we hand-picked some.
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David Pendergrass | September 25, 2006 at 4:08 am
Yes, I loved picking blackberries in the summer, particularly when my grandmother would make blackberry cobbler for dinner. In fact almost as wonderful as a raspberry cobbler.