|Pine cone nuts|
|Hickory hulls and nuts|
When I was a little girl, in the fall of the year, our family took a day to go picking hickory nuts in local timbers. That was back when farmers welcomed people to their property. No one wanted food of any sort to go to waste, and there were a lot of hickory trees. Daddy knew the farmers personally and always asked permission before we picked. Gramma and Grampa went with us, which really made it an extraordinary annual outing. For me, it was the equivalent of a kid today going to an amusement park.
Each of us took a pail and split ways to find our own hickory tree. I couldn't have been the greatest nut picker, cuz my memory bank still holds too many pictures of squirrels chasing each other through the dry leaves and up and down the trees and back and forth on the branches.
|Hickory Nut Meats|
What they say is true. The older we get, the more we re-visit our childhoods and the more we realize that we never grow out of them.