tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post1107970485117065641..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: OYSTERSRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-12617877124022813312009-06-27T08:59:05.407-04:002009-06-27T08:59:05.407-04:00What a charming post Rachel. Thank you for passing...What a charming post Rachel. Thank you for passing along these memories at our picnic. It's amazing how picnics recall to mind cherished times. <br /><br />Cousin Cookie sure did know how to appreciate those oysters, as did one and all!~~louise~~https://www.blogger.com/profile/07335196139849995706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-55009440155619208812009-02-08T15:52:00.000-05:002009-02-08T15:52:00.000-05:00For THERE, of course it's quite common. but HERE--...For THERE, of course it's quite common. but HERE---in the Heartland, not so.<BR/><BR/>I still want to go back and see if my eyes were deceiving me when I saw the shells-on-the-house. We were house-hunting, just before we bought this one, and as we slowed to read the house numbers, we scanned several as we passed.<BR/><BR/>One, we stopped and looked twice, because it was a plain wooden (bungalow, I believe), painted sorta beige, and the entire front was a mosaic of oyster shells, stuck like sequins on a prom dress. They must have been nailed on, because I don't imagine glue would stick very well over paint outdoors.<BR/><BR/>And they had to have DRILLED them first, for I think pounding a nail right through would have shattered them. There were hundreds of them, line after line across the house, like little flat gray cups attached every few inches, the mother-of-pearl insides facing the street.<BR/><BR/>I think we WILL go back and have a look someday. That's so bizarre I couldn't have just thought it up.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-63332917810195458832009-02-07T08:12:00.000-05:002009-02-07T08:12:00.000-05:00Yes, I've been right there! Only we were in North...Yes, I've been right there! Only we were in North Carolina where all the relatives from 'Mama's side' live.<BR/>Me? Never could develop a taste for the slimy things. Mom would make oyster stew...I couldn't bear to even smell that. Other seafood is fine with me...but oysters can stay right where they are in their hard shell as far as I am concerned.<BR/><BR/>Around here, out in the country, it is not unusual to find driveways lines with oyster shells. And as we were cleaning the lot to build our house on, the Creek House, we found a graveyard of old oyster shells way in the back. Several layers as a matter of fact. Someone lost a great place to dispose of their shells when we bought this lot!Tonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08699862913139313405noreply@blogger.com