My mother, Pearle, used to cook chitlins
on special occasions. She would get together with Mrs. Archie and Mrs. Terry and they
would get 'busy'!
Us kids couldn't stand the smell and we
would leave the neighborhood, on our bicycles, and be gone for hours!
One year,
we thought we would go all the way to Scranton, PA (more than 50 miles from Binghamton, NY). We may have gotten 5 miles out of town before turning back.
When we returned, the chitlins were under
control (smell gone) and our parents were well into their libations.
The collard greens, cornbread, black-eyed
peas and assorted pies were ready for consumption!
Fond memories.
When you write your family history, be sure to include those little personal memoirs.
