When I was a little girl growing up in the 1950s in the small town of Richards, Texas, (pop. 500 counting dogs and chickens according to my granddaddy) the summers were hot, and entertainment depended on my imagination unless my fifty-something-year-old grandmother I called Ma intervened to drive us to someplace exotic like Crabbs Prairie, an even smaller community than Richards, where her people lived. My relatively young grandmother loved to drive, and I loved to ride while she regaled me with her stories about family and friends – the rides were always too short.
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8 responses to “Road Trip to Crabbs Prairie: A 1950s Journey from Richards, Texas”
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Fried apricot pies!
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Yummy
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Oh boy! A road trip AND fried chicken!
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AND fried apricot pies!! You would have been in heaven, Ann!!
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Oh definitely! Earlier today I was reminiscing with a coworker over my Alabama aunt’s fried okra and catfish. I miss her and her cooking. I’m sure I could squeeze fried apricot pie into my stomach and still have room for homemade peach ice cream. Hah!!!
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100%!! Love and hugs to you tonight
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I’d love to say that I can almost smell the scene but those foodstuffs are all new to me. Bet it was gorgeous!
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I believe you would have had fun with my people! Food maybe a bit strange for you, but it was good!!
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