Saturday, September 24, 2011

Church Bells and Field Suppers

My sister got her mitts on a bell from an old church, and it now hangs above the entryway of her new house, which is under construction at the Margo Lake resort development, Aurora Beach.

 When speaking to my brother out in Edmonton a couple weeks ago, I asked if he missed anything about farming, and he said "Yeah. Suppers in the field. Man, they tasted good."

See a traditional harvest field supper in Joanne's entry today. Note how the food is set up on the tailgate of the truck. The workers will stop long enough to gobble it down, and then they'll hop right back into the machinery and carry on. Click here:


  1. I crave a church bell just like that; not that I have anywhere to put it, but craving doesn't need floor-space. As a city person, I've never eaten off the back of a truck, but I have rested my Tim Horton cup on a garbage can. takes all kinds.

  2. There is nothing like eating lunch or even dinner in the fields. After working so hard and long, food tastes especially good. I remember helping to make a dozen pies on a Wednesday they were all gone! Lovely memories!

    And I would give anything for a bell like that...lucky lady! xx


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