Grandma’s Creamed Corn
Margaret Perkins, a farmer’s daughter, grew up in Arkansas picking cotton and canning vegetables. She carried her father’s tradition with her to the big city where she and my Grandpa, Leonard, grew fresh produce. My grandparents lived off Smiley Road in Bridgeton, Missouri. Although they only owned a few acres of land, my inner child viewed the property as a true working farm. I have fond memories of planting, harvesting and riding my Grandpa’s yellow tractor through the fields. Friends, neighbors and strangers would visit their unmanned produce stand and pay for items via the honor system – a mason jar. Grandma canned the best creamed corn anyone has ever tasted. In fact, my friends often asked me to bring jars of corn back to college with me after winter and summer breaks. One time I found the window to my college apartment slightly ajar. I cautiously opened the front door and found a good friend cheerfully devouring Grandma’s creamed corn! My friend snuck through our poorly secured window just to get his hands on Margaret’s corn. Breaking and entering charges were never filed!
Always modest, Grandma never boasted about her cooking. In fact, she and Grandpa lived a quiet, faithful life. Her memories of the farm have faced, but my love for her never will.