Today, snow. and memories of those things I miss. like Fall and Gramma. I never met my Gramma. She died before our family made the journey to Pennsylvania. So this Fall, I went searching for her quiet house in the wood. And along the way I discovered some things. Pennsylvania and the Lehigh Valley, and why Gramma loved this place.
Driving along the beautiful Lehigh Valley roads to Gramma’s house The Dutch settled here. Their old restored farms dot the landscape. The Lehigh Valley, Bucks County, Pennsylvania.And so our search continues, knocking on doors to find her resting place.The Lehigh Valley stretches from the Delaware River to the Poconos Mountains.The Lehigh Valley grows their own variety of wine grape, Chambourcin.Culture, art and history is plentiful. Most of the buildings are lovingly restored.
Canned Goods, by Greg Brown
Let those December winds bellow n blow
I’m as warm as a July tomato
Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper’s ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer,
You can taste a little of the summer
My gramma put it all in jars.
Well, there’s a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch your head now, and down you go
Maybe you’re weary an’ you don’t give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam.
She’s got magic in her – you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in her green beans.
What with the snow and the economy and evry’thing,
I think I’ll jus stay down here and eat until Spring…
In memory of my Gramma, Anna Marie. I miss them so much.