Happy Watermelon Day!!

National Watermelon Day!

I enjoyed my watermelon, from Terripin Farms CSA!  See how big one week’s HALF share is!




Thanks, Karen, for the reminder!


One of the wonders of Jackie’s Story-Lovers site 


is finding one’s own words from years past . . . 

My father told us how they used to load the truck with watermelons, passing them down a line of workers, like the fire bucket brigades. The agreement was that they could eat the broken ones. They didn’t break a single one, until the first man yelled, “This is the last one.” Then each man dropped the one he was holding, and they had plenty to eat.

He also told me the sweetest watermelons were the ones stolen from a neighbor’s field. One man wasn’t amused by the pilfering and put out a sign, “Attention, thieves! One of the melons in this field is poisoned.” The next day, none of his melons were missing, but the sign had been changed to “two of the melons in this field are poisoned.”

Now daddy was a storyteller, but he said these happened just this way. Of course, we do always say not to let the truth stand in the way of a good story. . . .

One more family story — one of my uncle’s tricks. His children planted some seeds from a watermelon, and a vine grew from them. Every day they would impatiently check the vine for watermelons, but it was too late in the summer for them to ever get any. He bought a huge melon, snuck it out to the yard, and put it among the leaves and vines of their plant. Of course they believed they had grown it (kids are so great that way), and they all enjoyed their “home grown” melon.

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mary Grace Ketner
    Aug 07, 2012 @ 06:57:03

    Mary, I remember my dad telling me once that, during the depression, his father spent his last nickel on a watermelon for them, the kids. At the time, I thought that was kind but shortsighted–and, if the truth be known, a little out of character for my dad’s practical and frugal family. What would they do for breakfast? and gasoline? and other real needs? Later, I connected that, since they lived on a farm, it wasn’t actually the last food they would ever see, and they would be able to get to school (or wherever) the next day, walking or by mule wagon. I now think that what happened was that my grandfather ran into someone who needed that nickel more than he did, so bought whatever the fellow had to sell. THAT would be more “in character” and, in a universal sense, practical.


  2. storytellermary
    Aug 07, 2012 @ 08:02:01

    What a great story! He also gave his children a happy memory . . . also, watermelons are a healthy source of iron and vitamin C and smiles!


  3. storytellermary
    Aug 07, 2012 @ 08:02:33

    No watermelon in the bag this week — I miss it!


  4. Nance
    Oct 06, 2012 @ 19:51:57

    I surely have enjoyed these watermelon stories. My husband raided watermelon patches in his youth. Word must have gotten out because he was “let in” on the location of a ripe patch of melons. When he showed up later after dark, he was met with a farmer shooting a shotgun (over his head) but I think that might have been his last watermelon raid. Just found this site, thru Granny Sue. I’ll be back.


  5. storytellermary
    Oct 06, 2012 @ 22:27:25

    Nance, my dad talked about shotguns loaded with salt, painful but no lasting damage . . . He never admitted to being on either end of those guns.


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