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In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

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I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious.

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I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi, Buy Lexapro Without Prescription. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up. [Since I originally wrote this, I now have a bush that is several feet high and produces beautiful gardenias!]

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With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me.

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Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world. To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!.

Happy Father’s Day!

Lucy Lee Jones — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 11:00:48 +0000

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PEANUTS SPROUTING

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

click here for larger image
DRYING PEANUTS

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious.

click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS

click here for larger image
GARDENIA

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me.

AL JONES-1964

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world. To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!.

Happy Father’s Day!

Lucy Lee Jones — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 11:00:48 +0000

click here for larger image
PEANUTS SPROUTING

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

click here for larger image
DRYING PEANUTS

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious.

click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS

click here for larger image
GARDENIA

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me.

AL JONES-1964

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world. To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!.

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Lucy Lee Jones — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 11:00:48 +0000

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PEANUTS SPROUTING

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here.

click here for larger image
DRYING PEANUTS

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious.

click here for larger image
WHITE FIGS

click here for larger image
GARDENIA

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me.

AL JONES-1964

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world. To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.”

A hui hou!.

Happy Father’s Day!

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Today, this post is to honor the memory of my own father who would have been 100 years old this July, and he died 40 years ago this fall at the young age of 60, an early recipient of open heart surgery. He was an artist - see one of his pen and ink drawings at the end of my brother’s post on London. I have many more of his that are done in the same style. He was a musician – he accompanied my mother on piano while she played violin. Besides that, he was an accomplished pianist and had a beautiful Welsh voice. He gave up much of his own piano playing time in order to let me practice. The above picture shows him in his teens, playing ukulele. I still have that very same uke. He was a pastor - a United Methodist minister and still in active ministry when he died. I don’t think that’s the reason I went into the ministry, but it certainly was in my “blood.” His father before him was also a pastor, in true “circuit rider” tradition, shown here with his horse and saddlebags heading out to preach. click here for larger image M.R. JONES, CIRCUIT RIDER

And he was a jokester. One of the many practical jokes he played on some of the old ladies in the church was with a woman who was always picking lint off the shoulder of his suit. One Sunday, he put a spool of thread in his pocket and fixed one end of the thread on his sleeve. Sure enough, she started to pull the thread off, and it kept coming and coming and coming. I’m not sure it cured her, but we had a laugh over that. I called him “Daddy,” a truly Southern term of endearment, and since he was from the Deep South (Mississippi), it was an appropriate title for him. Here are a few of my gardening projects that he would appreciate. So many of the foods and flowers I grow are ones that are reminiscent of Mississippi –Pole Beans, for example, and so much more. I would say that at the top of the list I’d find peanuts! I remember these from the home of my Grandpa Jones (above). He always grew the best peanuts right in his front yard. Here are mine just starting to sprout. click here for larger image PEANUTS SPROUTING

In the South, we ate peanuts roasted or boiled or raw, but my favorite way was raw from his stash of peanuts that were hanging up to dry, like these few I harvested here. click here for larger image DRYING PEANUTS

I grew up eating mustards and collards. I still grow as many as I can, and eat them often. So delicious! click here for larger image MUSTARDS AND COLLARDS

Then of course, there are the figs! The ones in the South were so sweet and juicy. The two I harvested from this little tree last year were just like I remembered. Looks like I’ll get more than two this year. click here for larger image WHITE FIGS

I can’t forget the gardenias that are synonymous with the South. In my early marriage (1950s) there was a gardenia bush as tall as the roof by my kitchen door in Jackson, Mississippi. Daddy loved gardenias, too, and sometimes wore one in the lapel of his suit on Sunday morning. So far, I haven't had much luck in growing them here, but I've had a couple blooms show up. click here for larger image GARDENIA

With all his talent and humor, not to mention the white hair, I think it’s fairly obvious that this man was the father of my brother and me! AL JONES-1964

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! To quote an old cliché, “If it wasn’t for you, the rest of us wouldn’t be here.” A hui hou!