American Revolution USA: Some Tea Times

By Clarene J. Gomer

American Revolution wishes to acknowledge a gratitude to those good cooks of yesteryear who created fine recipes. I preserved them to this day. May you find American Revolution a source of inspiration to carry on and preserve the traditions of American Revolution.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644246979

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American Revolution USA

Some Tea Times

Clarene J. Gomer

Copyright © 2019 Clarene J. Gomer

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2019

ISBN 978-1-64424-695-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64424-697-9 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Family Modest

Not everybody could keep up with the Joneses.

As the motto of the upper class, their servant must have been ready for anything,

People came from the city to luncheons.

Restaurants were too expensive and keeping house is hard work.

I can be bullied into making their chores. And serve them with

Good and kindness go together, for faith and excellent source for servants.

Too—sure—now go green

You Are a Jewel

No matter what you say,

No matter what you do,

Somebody in this world

Wants to be just like you.

Gather your roots—for the way in which you live;

This makes your fruits for the way in which you give.

People are always watching—

To see what’s right or wrong;

There are always those that need encouragement

While on life’s road alone.

My challenge to you is—be a good jewel

For no matter what you say

No matter what you do

There’s somebody in this world

That wants to be just like you.

Times of Birth

Spring: anoint oil plants

Summer: obedient plants

Autumn: time o’clock plants

Winter: prayer plants

Signs of times

HEAVEN______ EARTH______ WATER_______ FIRE

In my dream I see

The plant world

No water or sea

Down from the earth

The renown of old

One from the earth

The ax in his hand

Deep under the ground

Tell me what can it be

Will You Marry Me?

My sweet rose, do you spices all for me?

You are the dove of my eye with your

Corn hair and foxes nose.

My heart peppers for you.

My love for you is as strong as mustard.

If we radish, turnip marry and we

Will be a happy pear.

Father, in fall and winter when planting, used a mirror in warmer provided by the morning sun that reflected light to the soil and provide rays from the sunshine in the afternoon sun. As plants grow by the mirror light in winter, they make garden beds and dresses with plastic bags to grow his plants. Do not keep plastic over growing plants. It will kill them. My methods and experience were to anoint and pray. Talking to the plants would help them grow. While the garden rests, I’d find myself cooking up a storm as well. Many parents and young people from the communities and churches, hunger families, attend the families’ reunion. This reunion is not just seeing someone at thanksgiving and Christmas. The reunion is like the river. It just keeps flowing. I am the cooking queen and serves the four seasons. Taking care of my recipes is my adventure, romance, love, mystery, artistic, spirited. My jewel is found at the table cookbooks. Gazette Holiday cookbook.

I watched my mother cook every day by standing in a wood cook stove. I started cooking when I was a little girl. I grew up with a family on a farm outside of town. In those early days, the families did not have a cookbook. Life was hard. At first, the land yielded fruits. There were few roads, and the towns were far apart. As you drive through the beautiful country side, you would see rich green fields carefully fenced in, solid and well-kept farmhouses, and barns. Country farmers had forever been fraught with hard times. The methods had been passed down to him from generation to generation. Its revolution was in the soil—be it good or bad, make it taste well. The developing is all way in the soil. Father

Method was to use ashes from the wood. Cook stove to fertile his gardening after dressing the field to plants. He would bury in the dry grass and kill the insect for fertility. Before planting the fields, I got up at 5:00 a.m. to help my mother cook breakfast in the wood cook stove. After eating, mama would wash the dishes while the children fed the animals—hogs, horses, chickens, cow, dogs, cats, etc.—and milked the cow, then put the milk in the box to cool in spring, summer, and fall. We would all go to the field with Dad and work until dinner. Mama would say, It is some-tee-times.

We would plant and hoe corn, cane syrup, and dig taters. We liked to work barefoot in the dusty. We grew every things that were on the planet and vegetables too. After dinner and rest, we would return to the fields and works. Sometimes, we would get ice cream that seemed as a gift I would not forget. It was time to do chores again—pump water, gather fire wood, feed the animals, putting the