A Walnut Misadventure and Lessons Learned
After the great success of my blackberry jam, I am open to food foraging.
The walnuts landing in my lawn were excellent candidates.
In my infinite wisdom, I knew that walnuts stain, so I wore gloves. However, I splattered walnut guts all over my legs, up my arms, on Tony, and on my good kitchen towel that was hanging on my new drying rack. The walnut juice will not wash off! So I have little bruise looking things and Tony has brown spots. Brilliant.
The walnuts were not ripe and were liquid on the inside.
Although my walnut experience was a wash, it brought up an important memory that I believe is worth sharing.
When I was growing up my parents bought and remodeled a century old convent. In the remodel they removed an irrelevant chimney (great fun for us!). Someone offered to buy the bricks for a landscaping project so we had to pound the mortar from the bricks.
It was fun for awhile. While we played outside we sometimes “went to work.” We eventually grew tired of it and moved on.
One night the supper conversation involved talking about our favorite Winnie-the-Pooh characters. I said to my Dad, “I bet you like Eeyore because he is slow and lazy.”
My dad said, “I am NOT lazy. Tomorrow I will wake you up when I do. You will pack a lunch and bring it to the back porch. You will sit outside and pound bricks all day long and you can come inside when I get home.”
I didn’t actually have to do that, but I came to an important realization: My dad worked.
Although my dad has always been a farmer, we did not live on a farm until I was twelve. Dad left for work at four every morning and came back late every night. Sometimes even after supper. I consider myself a “farm kid” now, but my Eeyore experience was my first realization of hard work.
I think that is a problem with children today. Parents disapper in the morning and come home at night. I wonder if they understand the value of work? Or the value of a dollar?
Children don’t go to the bank anymore. Checks are automatically deposited and parents get cash back from their debit card supermarket purchases. Children rarely handle money.
I think children need an allowance. They should go to the bank and hand their money to the teller. They need to understand money and the value of work.
As I start my first “big kid” job in two weeks I feel like I have it easy. Sure, I will have long days but nothing like my dad works. I will be inside in air conditioning while he works outside. He loves his job and happily goes every day. I will forever be grateful to the model he has set for me.
- I got my crazy walnut idea from the wonderful book, Little Heathens (affiliate link), about a farm family living through the Great Depression
- I have written about my Dad before as one of my Heroes