This story is from Irma Epps and submitted as part of our Wisdom From Our Elders collection of self-sufficient tales from yesteryear.
I grew up helping make sorghum. Of course, this was a few years ago — in the '30s and '40s. During WWII, I didn’t think we would ever finish making sorghum, such long days in the fall.
My dad would use sorghum to sweeten his coffee. Oh, he loved sorghum on hot biscuits and butter.
I think gingerbread was one of dad’s favorite desserts. He could eat a huge one every night for supper.
I live on the farm where I was raised in the lovely home that my parents built in the early '30s. I am the eighth child of 10.
I am a widow of 20 years and a retired nurse. I have two grown grandsons, two lovely young granddaughters and three children (two sons and one daughter).
For more stories about sorghum, check out A Modern Missouri Homesteader. — MOTHER EARTH NEWS
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