My first memory of gardening is when I was five. We lived in a tiny country town in north Arkansas where my Mom and Dad were school teachers. The older couple next door (mid 50s to late 60s) took care of me during the day. I was so proud when I got to wear a carpenter's apron (I didn't know what that was) with corn on one side and beans on the other. I got to go to each hill and drop two kernels of corn and three beans in every hole. Later that year I helped shuck and strip the kernels off the cob. They actually saved the corncobs for the farm outhouse (the house had a toilet). They hulled the corn for hominy with lye. I got to help swirl the corn around in the washtub once most of the red was rinsed out. Since then I have always loved eating hominy!
David
