Our kind neighbor, Buddy Stout, brought us
a bag of fresh corn today.
Mom and I went to work shucking it right away.
It was a great activity for her.
She reminisced about
"back in the day"
when she and her sisters and Mom
would shuck their corn.
She remembered who liked the task and who didn't,
how they would sit around in a circle,
a couple of the girls would have needles in their mouths
for the fine work with the silk.
She also told me that her Mom would
light a match to burn off the excess silk.
Honestly I don't know if any of it is true,
I Googled shucking corn to see if those were old time
truths, but I couldn't find anything.
It doesn't really matter if it happened that way or not.
In her mind it did, and that's good enough for me.