After college, I hitchhiked from Pennsylvania to Atlanta, GA for a summer with Mennonite Voluntary Service. While there our MVS group travelled south 3 hours to Americus, GA to visit Koinonia Farm where Clarence Jordan and several others were trying to find ways that blacks and whites could live together. They were snubbed, shot at, and boycotted—mostly by professing Christians. They developed a pecan grove to support themselves by a mail order business. I bought pecans there a number of times in later years. In 2016, we travelled that way on our return from visiting family in Texas. We bought pecans there fifty years after my first visit. This picture comes from that
visit. Can you guess what it is? Answer at end of blog.
When we visit son Nathan and family for several weeks in March, we usually travel several days west to the Hill Country of west central Texas. On our return trip, heading east from Llano, TX, we discovered the “Pecan Capital of the World”! San Sabo, TX (A title also claimed by a town in Georgia). Pecan groves, processing plants and specialty stores proclaimed the presence of pecans. Of course, we sampled the pecan ice cream and bought some roasted pecan coffee with bits of pecans with the coffee beans. One specialty was “cracked pecans”. Less expensive than shelled they saved a step over cracking whole pecans oneself. Didn’t ask how they pronounced their specialty (“pe kahn” or “pee can”: (“But, some in Texas say, a “pee-can” is something one carries in their pickup truck for beer-induced emergencies.” — https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Pecan
Our granddaughter, Annabelle, and her father knew how much I liked pecans. They picked up nearly half a bushel of pecans near their Waco home and on the grounds of their church meeting house. Pecans bore bountifully that year in Waco. Many people were picking up pecans along the street and sidewalks. Radio, TV, and newspaper warned that property rights extended to the street and nuts should be harvested along the sidewalks only with permission of property owners. Apparently, people were going nuts over nuts.
I had been thinking about my history with nuts (all kinds) in late November as I crack nuts for Julia’s fruitcake. She makes a double batch for family and friends. She has been making the fruitcake for nearly all the fifty years we have been married. (Enhanced, of course, by the nuts I crack for them.) Hearing all the jokes about fruitcake makes me wonder what people have been eating. Julia’s fruitcakes are almost good enough for me to marry her for them.
The picture shows Koinonia Farms pecan tree shaker.