Boiled Cabbage

 1.28.2025

1964: Remember the boiled cabbage. 

On an unusual day, I went with my Daddy and Momma to see Grandpa Brice and Grandma Olive at their homestead house out in very rural Texas County, Oklahoma. The Oklahoma Panhandle is a region of music: forever blowing winds followed up with delightful chirping birds.

I must have been about 5 years old. My older siblings were then grown, out of the house, off at university, or at school. 

You cousins know there were very few moments that only one child was within the realm of Grandma Olive and Grandpa Brice’s presence! If one grandchild was present, then usually many were in the space as well. 

Grandma Olive had prepared boiled cabbage. That one dish was so delicious with some salt and pepper added. I’m sure we had other food too, but forever in my mind’s eye, I will remember sitting at that table: Grandma Olive, Grandpa Brice, Daddy, Momma, and me. Rare moments. Delectable boiled cabbage.  

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