Wordless Wednesday... a lil late :)

Looking back...

(poem written by lady in the first picture seated on the right)

"APPLE SAUCE AND CHICKEN FRIED"
By Effie Waller Smith

You may talk about the knowledge
Which our farmers' girls have gained
From cooking-schools and cook-books,
(Where all modern cooks are trained);
But I would rather know just how,
(Though vainly I have tried)
To prepare, as mother used to,
Apple sauce and chicken fried.


Our modern cooks know how to fix
Their dainty dishes rare,
But, friend, just let me tell you what!--
None of them can compare
With what my mother used to fix,
And for which I've often cried,
When I was but a little tot,--
Apple sauce and chicken fried.


Chicken a la Française,
And also fricassee,
Served with some new fangled sauce
Is plenty good for me,
Till I get to thinking of the home
Where once I used to 'bide,
And where I used to eat,--um, my!
Apple sauce and chicken fried.

We always had it once a week,
Sometimes we had it twice;
And I have even known the time
When we have had it thrice.
Our good, yet jolly pastor,
During his circuit's ride
With us once each week gave grateful thanks
For apple sauce and chicken fried.

Why, it seems like I can smell it,
And even taste it, too,
And see it with my natural eyes,
Though of course it can't be true;
And it seems like I'm a child again,
Standing by mother's side,
Pulling at her dress and asking
For apple sauce and chicken fried.