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Interesting! I will have to try tomato gravy on grits. I eat tomato gravy over bisquits or rice. I also love hamburger gravy over plain old white bread... or bisquits... or anything. You are making me hungry.

My aunt in Georgia always made tomato gravy but then they also eat grits 3 times a day. I got white beans with ham hock slow cooking in the crockpot and going to make some cornbread in iron skillet to have with it. I also made a yellow cake to go with that. That is going to have chocolate frosting on it. Lol.

you guys are making me hungry...I guess I will go eat my little bowl of chili....LOL

Chili is good also!!

My mom saved all left overs no matter how small... then she put a variety of leftovers into used tin TV dinner trays and froze them for another day. She actually saved used tin TV dinner trays and washed them to be used again for left overs. When she later served us a dinner of her homemade left over frozen TV dinners nobody knew what they were going to get. Bless her heart.

Catching up a bit here...

Grandpa on Ma's side was known to sneak a plug of chew out in the barn ~ only thing is gramps was a good Mormon. 
Grandma and Grandpa also drank coffee another no-no.
Can't say anything for gramps on pa's side as he died when pa was eleven.

As far as rhubarb, one of my favorite childhood memories is grabbing the salt shaker and heading out to the garden to grab a fresh stock, pealing it, salting it and eating it.

My Grandparents similar to yours, but mine were very strick Mennonite. No one would smoke in front in front of Grandma and Grandpa had to go out back to the barn for a chew or a smoke. We drove by the old home place the other week... the house is long gone, but Grandpa's barn is still there.

Grandmas place on pa's side is long gone...it was built by pa and his two brothers and looked much like the first homestead I posted here awhile back.

A little backstory...
As I said, pa's dad died when he was eleven in Georgia. Grandma with the help of her brother (who had already moved here) then packed up her six kids and moved to the mountains of Idaho in which most of her descendants still reside.

The farm where ma grew up is still there (along the Portneuf River) but looks nothing like it did back in the day.
The barn is long gone and the log house has been covered over with siding and added on too.

Interesting back story!

My avatar is of our family farm. It got sold this past year, so all I have is the memories of the place. No one it seems wanted to live there since young ones don't want to live in the country.

That is sad, but a beautiful picture of farm. I miss my Grandparents farm and my Great Grandparents farm up the road too. It is very sad... I know how you must feel. All we can do now is drive by and look at the place. The three houses I grew up in are now owned by others. I drive by all on occasion and remember.

Yeah, my parents are buried across the road from the family house. I don't know that I can go to the cemetery with the family farm being across and strangers living there.

I hear ya... peace be unto you

Thanks, I am sure I will visit but not any time soon.

Your picture icon of family homestead speaks to me of your sadness. I feel it. Continue to cherrish your family memories. Think of your Grandma sepperating the egg yoke from the whites when baking. Remember her sifting the flour in her kitchen... smell the pears and apples in the pantry. They are with us in our memories as is the old home place.

I would dearly love to go to Milledgeville Ga and try to find my grandfathers grave.
Unfortunately health reasons prohibit that now and I should have done it years ago when I was "younger"

Please don't let the fact that someone else now owns the property dissuade you from visiting PL.
(yes I know it's hard)

Funny you should mention visiting old family property... once when I returned to Ohio to visit family... I learned that Grandpa's family farmhouse and farm buildings were up for sale. Although I had no money to buy, I called the realator and asked for a viewing like a potential buyer. I had the best walk around the whole place and saw so many things from my memory. I was very impressed when I walked in Granpas grainery I saw writtten upon the wooden walls inside where Grandpa had written on the walls the different grain prices over the years... this was something I had never seen before. Grandpa had inscribed on the grainery walls in pencil all kinds of farm notes. They were still there from many many years ago.