Tater Garden in Two Pan

Welcome to Pioneer Fridays in Two Pan

Bricker Spinrad, my esteemed spouse, isn’t a farmer.  He came for the gold.

Our first winter in Two Pan was so cold, Bricker attended church just to hear about the fires of hell.

We wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for the Miraculous Abandoned Tater Garden.

This was unsettled land, and I don’t know when or how spuds w planted, but when we claimed the land,  under dead stalks hunched in a forgotten corner, I found taters. I grabbled them out of the dirt, and wintered them  in a gunny sack in a pit. (The pit and the privy were the only digging Bricker’s done that isn’t prospecting.)

Neighbors, who we hadn’t even met,  brought deer hindquarters over, too. That’s the manner of people who’ve chosen to settle here, rather than fish gold flakes out of the creeks (like my esteemed spouse, Bricker).

The Good Book tells us, we reap what we sow.  But I know for a fact I’ve been reaping that which I did not plant in the way of food and friends.

Now, each September when I harvest, I toss the littlest spuds back in the dirt and take the extra big spuds to neighbors and strangers.  My thanks to the mysterious, kind soul who did the same thing for me.

I keep telling Bricker we never know, when and how far down the line,  the kindness we’ve left behind will be discovered.

   Bricker just mentions something about gold and a cold day in hell.

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About Barb

I escaped from a hardscrabble farm in Oklahoma. I'm not sure why people think I have an accent. I miss the sunshine, but not the fried foods.
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16 Responses to Tater Garden in Two Pan

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  2. Spectra says:

    Cute post! Glad you dropped my place so I could hop over here and discover you. Based on just this post alone, I know you are a fun lady, so I am subscribing! Can’t wait to look around.

    Also, if you dig around my archives, you’ll see a summer post I wrote on Little House on the Prairie, Cornbread Muffins and the Art of Appreciation. So I really love your pioneer getup. Tho I admit, at first glance, I thought you might be an inmate in one of those extremist Mormon group-wives type outfits. If you are, well…uh…gee. The more the merrier? (ugh!)

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    • Barb says:

      Well I do have a couple of Mormon neighbors, but from my spy sessions out the window, it appears they only have one wife per family. You’re the 2nd complaint I have about how tidy my Pioneer dress appears. I’ll have to roll in the dust or something. Thanks for stopping by. I enjoy your blog.

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  3. Roxie Matthews says:

    Barb, I tried to send a knitting invitation and it bounced. Sooo, October 15, (Saturday) at my house from 10 till 12. I sure hope you can come!

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  4. Love that I get to hear more about Two Pan! That Bricker is working up to be quite the character.

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    • Barb says:

      Pat…you should see the schedule of upcoming characters. Hold On To Your Bloomers.
      Rose,…..Touched taters. That’s what happens when you’re whopped with the spade one too many times.
      Beth…thanks for the Pioneer dress tips. I’ll try to dial it down a bit.

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  5. dan gist says:

    Barely got out with my life. Don’t ever use this in Pueblo.
    1 quart ziploc bag of roasted chillies
    2 cups of water
    1#pork diced
    3-4 cloves of garlic crushed
    1/2 cup of vegetable oil
    garlic salt to taste
    1 tsp. (to taste) Better Than Bouillon chicken
    Onion if desired, to taste

    Clean chillies: pull of stem end and clean out seeds. Throw chillies in blender, about 3/4 ful. Add about 2 cups water and blend to chunky baby food consistency

    In large pan (large soup size), brown diced pork in vegetable oil,. add crushed garlic. After browned, add garlic salt to taste, and 1/2 cup of flour. Add Better Than Bouillon . Add chillies, add water to desired consistency.

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    • Barb says:

      Great, Dan. Thanks. I made this tonight in a Dutch Oven. It tastes speecy-spicy fine. I might have gone overboard a bit with the seasoning….my sinuses are aflame. Why shouldn’t I use this in Pueblo? Did it kill someone? Look for your chili in the Oct 28 post.

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  6. Rose says:

    Hmmm…that tater lady looks a bit touched. LOL
    Always love your blog posts.

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  7. Elisabeth Miles says:

    Love that oh-so-color coordinated pioneer lady!

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  8. Love it. And I also like keeping the baby potatoes (my fave) for the home fires. And garden.

    I would be grateful to have the privy dug. Not a good job. One, two or three seater? (urk)

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  9. Barb says:

    When you’re hungry, the taters are gold, Moma. My photographer is whoever can’t run fast enough to get away from the camera I shove at them, Alice.

    I don’t know, Roxie. I think a lot of what comes around is better than what we deserve.

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  10. momaescriva says:

    Maybe there them taters were the yeller gold ones that other other miners thought was real golden ore!

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  11. Alice Lynn says:

    Every time your Blog pops up in my email, I know I’m in for a good read! (By the way, who’s your photographer? You make such a cute pioneer. 🙂 ) Among the nuggets of humor, I always find a message to keep, like taters, ready for consumption and passing along.

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  12. Roxie says:

    Lessons to live by. What goes around, comes around. Thanks!

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