July 30th……….“DID YOUR MOTHER KNOW HOW TO MAKE PICKLES ON YOUR FARM THERE IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA? DID YOU LIKE HER VARIOUS PICKLE RECIPES”???
POEM – “I’m Pickle Ole Pete” created by N. Elliott Noorlun
My sweet Momma always called me,
Her “Pickle Ole Pete”,
Whatever she’d “can”, This hungry lil’ man,
Was thrilled to taste and eat.
Be they sweet or dill,
Or watermelon rind,
When you heard tasty crunch,
I was easy to find.
Slurpin’ n burpin’,
Next to Mason glass jar,
When it came to makin’ pickles,
Our Momma was a STAR!!! 😉