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Shucking Peas

Shucking peas on the back steps

Maureen and I watch her Mum,

My Aunt Grace,

Arguing with Aunt Edna

In the kitchen

The narrow kitchen

Of number 84 Truro Road

As they whip a Sunday lunch into shape

A test match drones on the radio

The aroma of mint on new spuds teases.

It’s a modest roast

Served in the tiny parlor

To nine of us!

Eating elbow to elbow

With yellow handled knives and forks

Down to the bare porcelain

Waiting for the apple pie

with Libby’s.

That crust, with sugar sprinkles

Is a lifetime goal for me!

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Written by
bob-sterrywt
Published
Jul 28, 2014
Lines·Words
20·99
Notes

Inspired by Seamus Heaney's poem about watching his mother peel potatoes, and written for the 90th Birthday of my Aunt Grace, who represents her name so well. Test match means a five day cricket match, probably against Australia. Libby's is a brand of sweetened condensed milk. A treat in the fifties when cream was a luxury.

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#love#food#nostalgia#sweetness#pie#aunt#peas#cousin
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