Homecoming on the grounds….
by Elouise
Too bad you couldn’t hear me working on the mouth-watering, deeply poetic account below. I was laughing my head off–even though the menu is pretty much a killer! One of my favorite memories from the 1950s….
Homecoming this Sunday on the grounds
of the Montgomery Presbyterian Church
Come One, Come All!
Sunday, 12:30 to 5:00 pm
All Ages Welcome!
Beneath aging water oaks
Long wooden tables covered with oilcloth
and butcher paper groan with food
Children race shrieking with joy
Ladies arrange and surreptitiously rearrange
table settings to favor their own delicacies
properly positioned for easy access
and maximum compliments
Piles of coated, crispy southern fried chicken
Bowls of homegrown boiled corn on the cob cut in 2-inch portions
Mounds of southern white potato salad swimming
in mayo, relish, cut-up hard-boiled eggs, salt and pepper
Molded bright green and orange jello ‘salads’
defy description
laced with canned mixed fruit, grated carrots and raisins,
small-curd cottage cheese and pineapple bits or
My Mom’s strawberry jello salad
with real strawberries and rhubarb!
Platters of thick-sliced juicy homegrown tomatoes
Hunks of sugary-sweet southern-style cornbread
Pots of honey-bee honey and real butter
Obligatory cut green beans drowning
in canned cream-of-something soup topped
with crispy brown onion fries
Boiled collards and turnip greens swimming
in chunks of fatty ham and Tobasco laced broth
Plates of beguiling, deviled eggs dusted with red paprika
Baskets of buttery white rolls and salty potato chips
Nary a boiled carrot to be seen
Lemon chiffon pie, sweet potato pie
and banana pudding with soggy vanilla wafer edges
Cheesecake in graham-cracker crusts
topped with canned cherries
smothered in red glop
Pecan pies and German chocolate cakes
Chocolate chip cookies, decorated sugar cookies, peanut butter cookies
Moon Pies and Tootsie Rolls
Hot coffee with caffeine and real cream
Sweetened iced tea with lemon slices
Water and funeral home fans for the faint of heart
Yet more glorious still—
Pit-cooked, falling-apart whole barbecued pork
prepared and reverently tended overnight by real men
on the grounds of hog heaven
***
I was 8 years old when we moved to the Deep South. I loved nothing as much as potluck dinners. This annual event, however, outdid all the others.
I never could get enough of that sweet-potato pie. What about you? What’s your favorite potluck dish?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 January 2016, reposted 22 May 2022
Luscious image of classic deviled eggs from vintagecooking.com
In MN, potluck always means some type of hot dish, aka casserole and green Jello with raw cabbage mixed in it. I like your potlucks better.
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Yikes! I think you’re right about the green jello with raw cabbage mixed in. One of the great blessings of living in a rural community was more than enough wonderful food at every potluck event! Probably not great for our health, but one of those periodic heavenly blessings of being poor. Thanks for commenting! 🙂
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Growing up like you in a rural community I certainly agree. There was such great desserts, like Aunt Florence’s angel food cake and Mom’s devil good cake, I always passed up the Jello cole slaw.
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Excellent taste! 🙂
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My favorites are strawberry salad, potato salad, and all the desserts you mentioned. I, too, love a potluck as everyone brings their very best dishes.
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I’m laughing as I read your comment about all the desserts! I can’t imagine my childhood without these events. Most of the people who came bearing lovely platters and dishes of their special delights were poor like we were. And just for a day we all felt like royalty! Thanks, Marilyn. 🙂
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What beautiful memories! and your poem ignited my senses and made my heart smile! 🙂 ❤️
At one church we got all of the ladies to submit recipes for a church cookbook…I was so amazed, but pleased when they willingly shared their “signature” recipe…THE fabulous dish they made that EVERYONE loved seeing at potluck meals! 🙂
Debbie shared her chocolate no-bake cookie recipe, Esther shared her copper-penny (carrot) recipe, Vivian shared her million dollar pie recipe, Vickie shared her chili recipe, ETC.
I’ve been using that cookbook for over 36+ years now and when making those delicious recipes I think of the ladies who shared them…sadly, many of them have passed away.
(((HUGS))) 🙂 ❤️
PS…thank you for your kind comment on my post and for your concerns, care, and prayers. I am doing much better with my knee…but I got out of the habit of blogging and I am having a hard time getting back into it. 😮 😀
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What a wonderful way to stay in touch with all your friends–here and departed. You’re right–what lady in her right mind wants to broadcast her special recipe?! I can still feel the excitement of those homecoming feasts, smell the smoke from the pit barbeque (the men’s special contribution, which entailed staying up all night), and hear the screams of young children racing around–totally besotted by the groaning tables! Oh…I forgot to include one of the trademarks of this event, which was always held in the hot sticky summer. Funeral home fans to keep us from fainting! All of it glorious.
It’s hard to get back into the habit of blogging. I’m not there yet…though I’m beginning to get a glimmer of what I would like to do at this time in my life. Which is why I posted this poem! It makes me laugh, and it brings back happy memories. On the other hand, I haven’t been laid up the way you’ve been since I broke my jaw years ago. So I pray you’ll do the right thing for your body and your spirit, however long it takes and no matter what you decide to do.
Hugs galore! 🙂
Elouise
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🙂 🙏❤️
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I still prepare devilled eggs! And when I was still in school I worked part-time in a hardware store that also sold some homewares. A portion of my earnings always went on improving our scant store at home. I was so proud to buy the plate to hold those eggs! And where is it now???? Lost, gone, – oh where, where, where? Just a happy memory from the past, much like potluck get togethers?
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Good for you! I loved eating (not making) those devilled eggs. Your comment reminds me of special vases or platters I don’t have anymore. It isn’t because I need to use them. I just loved looking at them and being reminded of the people who gave them to me. Yes, happy memories. Thanks, Gwen.
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