Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Corn on the Cobb

Yes, That is what comes to my mind when I think of Labor Day memories. When I was young, Labor Day was the last day of summer break AND the closing of the county fair, but we'll save that for another day.
At the age of 13, we moved our family farm from Ohio to Wisconsin. It was there, in Wisconsin, that sweet corn corn became an icon for Labor Day. As it is in most rural areas, each town had there own special festival each summer. Near us were two festivals that I remember attending. The Watermelon Festival and the Corn Carnival.

In Randolph, they held their festival on Labor Day centered around the corn harvest. What a day it was! It began with a parade, and who doesn't love a parade? Then we all headed to the park for all the free corn on the cob you could eat. Of course there were tons of games as well, but I loved the corn!

truckloads of corn

Truckloads of corn still in their husks were steamed to perfection and dumped out on tarps, right on the ground. It was all free. So one could just grab an ear, peel back the husk, and slather on the butter and salt. All that was left to do after that was to sink your teeth into those delicious rows of corn kernels. There are no words to describe, except maybe ....




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