Mulberries

I forget now (imagine that) what reminded me, but the other day, I heard something about "mulberries," and the memories came flooding back. Who knows, I may have even mentioned this on this blog already. Well, here it comes, anyway! :) Just consider me someone who tells stories over and over. Hey, I'm almost 50.


The photo above shows my Grandpa and Grandma C's place in the winter. Judging by the size of the trees, I think this may have been well before my time. But you see that one tree in the left foreground? That's a mulberry tree. By the time I came along, it was bigger than this, and had two tire swings hanging from its branches. Plus, there was a small sandbox nearby. This was technically in my aunt's yard, but that didn't matter at all. We cousins had the best times playing there.


But ... being a mulberry tree ... I learned first-hand about the wonderful qualities of mulberries! They STAIN, big-time. They "supposedly" have "worms." I remember playing there when there were mulberries all over the ground, and how they stained my shoes. Despite "worms," we kids would pick mulberries out of the tree and eat them. They weren't bad. I used to ride my horse all over the neighborhood, and a block west of our house, by the road, there was a mulberry bush. I'd ride by and pick mulberries off of that and eat them.


Dad told of how he and his brothers would pile a bunch in their handkerchiefs, then squeeze them out for "juice." I'm sure Grandma appreciated THAT.


So if I've repeated myself, forgive me! But things will crop up, and the floodgates of memories are opened wide, and I just have to tell about it somehow! Thanks for indulging me. :)