KWASAN CHERRY TREE

Hubby's sister and husband are visiting from Michigan.

His sister, brother and he love clams.

It's become a ritual when sister comes in there is a clam fest at our house.

It's amazing to watch the three of them eating clams as though they have been deprived of food for several weeks.

It reminds me of a time growing up when my parents had clambakes in the backyard.

Dad steamed the clams in a big, big pot on the outside fireplace. He also steamed corn on the cob in their husks between burlap which was kept wet.

It was always a contest to see who could eat the most clams. The winner was either my Dad or Aunt Ethel.

A side note, clams cost around $5.00 to $10.00 a bushel in those days.

After the clams, corn and other goodies were eaten there was always a card game of Penny Pitch. This is where my mother excelled. She usually relieved everyone else of their pennies. You see she could remember what cards were played by whom.

I am the black sheep of the family. I don't like clams or playing cards . . . but I do like corn on the cob dripping in melted butter. Are you hungry yet?