Gone Pecan

Before any of you comment about me being 'my Father's daughter', I should let you know that it was Kevin who posted this entry!

I ran over that thing with the lawn mower at least 10 times when the top of it was below the fence. Hard to believe I was taller than it at one time.

I love these pictures. I hadn't seen them till now. You really catch the essence of how large the tree was and how much ground it covered. Katie, were you trying to back away from "Now she's just stumped"? I think that's very clever and maybe I would have said you were your father's daughter, but that's not a bad thing. I guess Kevin caught it from him. I didn't know that Janine had been here with Scott and Joey (and their bare bosoms). When was this taken?

There'll be no more of those little pecans that were hard to peel. That tree used to put out a gazillion of them every year. The meat of the pecan was good, but man, was that ever work to try to get enough to make something with.

I was surprised to see me in the picture too, Mother. I was just about to take my shirt off and help too.

Janine,

Patsy was used to the prize-winning pecans our tree in Metairie produced. When she saw the marbles that came off of this tree, she said they were "precious".

These were taken the day after you got back to your house, Mom.

I loved the meat of those pecans, and yes they were a very big pain to get to said meat! I remember when we were kids, we used our heal to crack them open. They were such small pecans it would take several attempts to get one that was salvagable.