~ The pieces are all sewn together, stitched with love.........and a quilt tells a story and the story is our past ~

The Arrowood family immigrated from England to Maryland in the 1700's. They went south, eventually settling in the mountains of North Carolina. Later , some went further south, into the Piedmont of North Carolina, in search of work and a better way of life.

I am in search of my family.

I search for those that came before me, and lived their lives as best they could. I am in search of their stories, how they lived, and how they loved.

I shared this love of seeking the past with my Dad, sharing each new finding with him, the thrill in his heart intermingling with mine. I continue this search in his honor, and hope to know these people of ours when I join up with them all in heaven.

~ Steve Lewis Arrowood 1932-2008 ~

Come with me, back to a simpler time and place. A place far removed from the hectic pace of today. To a time when life was hard, but the rewards were great. When your quality of life was determined by your own sweat, your own toil, and your own ingenuity.

Would you like a glass of sweet tea? Let's sit out on the porch where we will catch the sweetly scented breeze of summertime. Maybe Grandma will fry up some of her wonderful chicken... Time slows here.


"We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind."

~You live as long as you are remembered.~

"Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories. " Author: Unknown

"But those who came before us will teach you. They will teach you from the wisdom of former generations."


Arrowood Family

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Have you ever Scalded Your Lettuce?

I have.

Boy, it is wonderful.. LOL

My grandmother always had a vegetable garden and every summer we would pick veggies fresh from the garden and come inside and prepare them for the midday meal.

She grew leaf lettuce in a patch near the side yard and it always had the prettiest lettuce you ever saw.

We had a red fox that would come to eat the food scraps that she left for composting, so early mornings were spent with me peering out the back kitchen window, hoping for a glimpse of the fox.

Summer days spent at grandma's house were always interesting, to say the least.

Now, back to our story about the scalded lettuce..Let me say no lettuce was harmed during this operation.

The scalding refers to the melted butter, oh yes, melted butter, yum!, that we poured over the fresh lettuce.

She had wonderful, snappy, green onions growing, very near the lettuce patch, and we would gather them, as well, while we were out there.

The green onions were cleaned and sliced thinly over the lettuce leaves, after the lettuce was carefully, "looked" over, and washed. She would always say that it was better "without meat".
Which was a nice way of saying "no bugs"....grin.

Then the butter was melted and poured over this. Salt and pepper liberally. Then you toss lightly and enjoy quickly.

Man, what a taste that is.

I fell in love with her scalded lettuce in a heartbeat.

Only in the South would we drown perfectly healthy lettuce in butter..but it was GOOD EATING!

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