“The corn will be ready tomorrow morning,” my Mother said. I knew the only answer I could give was “Yes, Ma’am.” Everyone knows sweet corn, time, and the tide wait for no man. When it is ready, it is ready. If one waits too long, the corn will be hard. It is only just right for one day and Miss Myrtle will brook no insubordination or whining about a business meeting that day or a death in the family. All things must be put off when the corn is ready and corn, when ready, takes center stage at Vickers Still.
We were in the patch at daybreak and soon had 500 beautiful ears in the truck. We carried it to the shed where the work takes place. All the faithful, and those fearful of the wrath of Miss Myrtle, were gathered and the shucking began. When shucking was half finished, some started the silking with brushes. My brother brought an air compressor to blow the silks off and it worked, also. Then into the boiler for blanching, then the 7 water baths to cool the ears and then the worst part of all to me, cutting the niblets off the cob. It was because of the dread of cutting off the corn that I bought a Black Jack corn cutter and it takes all the work off this particular part of the job. We had 60 quarts of creamed corn in the freezer along with 20 gallon bags of ‘on the cob’ when we were finished. Then, after the clean up, we were done. I was exhausted but could not say a word because the 85 year old slave driver I was working with was still going strong. She is a wonder to behold and I no longer dread this yearly chore because I know one day, she will no longer be there to tell us how to do every step though we know every step by heart. I enjoy it all, now; Wisdom of age.
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