My sweet friend, Pat, who just happens to be the mother of some of my very favorite former neighbors in the whole wide world, has just written and self published the most charming book!
Growing Up in the Texas Panhandle is about making sushi.
Not really. It is about growing up in the Texas panhandle in the 40′s and 50′s.
This book is full of black and white photos and recipes from her past. Who could resist a book with “Mother’s” cornbread recipe? Or “Grandmother’s” fried chicken and cream gravy? Or “Aunt Alma’s” Divinity?
And there is just something about black and white photos of stately looking ladies and gentlemen wearing hats and gloves that makes me smile and stare out the window and wish I could pluck a chicken and make a feather pillow.
In this book, Mrs. Flathouse tells about working for the grand total of a dollar an hour at her first real job, planning cross country vacations in a station wagon, getting an American Flyer electric train set for Christmas, and more.
If this book were a television series, it would be The Wonder Years. It is chock full of memories of days gone by. Here is one of my favorite exerpts:
On hot afternoons with the dry wind blowing against us, we walked down to the creek and gathered tadpoles in glass pickle jars on our way to the local swimming pool. At the pool, we spent long, lazy afternoons dog paddling around in the water and doing cannon balls into the deep end–until the polio scare came along. Our mothers thought that polio might come from the swimming water, so the pools were closed, and our swimming days ended for several years.
My favorite thing about this book is that I know all of the streets mentioned, and MaddieLynn even pointed out that she has rollerskated on the very sidewalk pictured in the chapter about rollerskating!