Family “business”

Tomato penta

Lotta family talk around here over the last 24 hrs…due to a visit by my second cousin (gotta get that right!), an avid genealogist.

Tomatoes sometimes spark remembrance of long hours canning tomatoes, which always meant a steamy, hot kitchen on a day that was already steamy-hot. We started early, usually about seven, meaning my dad had already been out picking—which meant a very early day for him.

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