Ok, I'm a day behind, but here's an appropriate story written by my mom, Faith, for fall harvest. I remember her fondly speaking of this burgoo she attended when she was a kid in her hometown. Hope you enjoy it!
"The Community Burgoo" by Faith
The entire Darling family were excited about the 'Fall Burgoo'. Their tiny community had a get together every second Friday of October. It was an unforgettable experience. Everyone wore a costume, and prizes were awarded by a group of judges.
This year the Darling family portrayed 'The Farmer In The Dell'. Pap-paw Darling was the farmer. Mam-maw Darling was the wife. Baby Noah was the child. Momma Darling was the nurse. Daddy Darling was the cat. Ross was the rat, and Grace was the cheese. There was much laughter, and a lot of work over the designing of the costumes. Tonight, the household rang with happiness.
"Hey, look at me! I'm really the cat's meow!" chuckled Daddy. He pretended to twirl his painted whiskers.
Ross pretended to nibble at Grace. "Yum, yum, I just love cheese," he said.
"Meow, I'd like a juicy rat for my supper," said Daddy.
And the chase began. Daddy cat chased Ross rat who in turn chased sister cheese. Just as Noah was about to join in the chase, Momma called from the kitchen.
"It's time we were leaving. Please help me load the food into the car. I'll pay a cookie a helper!" she coaxed.
"Yummy! I'd rather have a cookie any day." answered Daddy. "This ol' flea bitten rat can run along!"
Ross decided to tease, too. "I'll have you know, cat, that I gave all my fleas to the dog next door."
"You can jabber all you want," Grace flung over her shoulder, "but this cheese is heading for a cookie!"
Laughing, they all ran down the stairs to help Momma. After loading the hot dog buns, hot dogs, marshmallows, and a pot of vegetable soup, Momma was true to her word and gave each helper a cookie. She had baked sugar cookies in shapes of pumpkins, pilgrims, turkeys, and leaves. Momma had also baked some peanut butter cookies, and several dozen brownies.
It wasn't long until they reached the one hundred and twenty-five year old country store that hosted their get together. As they unloaded the car, they took in the sights around them. A trailer was loaded with hot dogs, bread, potato chips, and marshmallows. Pronged sticks with which to roast the goodies lay against the ladened wagon. Cookies of all shapes, sizes, and flavors tempted one's eyes as well as stomachs. There was also crisp apple cider to drink or hot cocoa topped with whipped cream. And, a gigantic cauldron of vegetable soup simmered over a small bonfire.
Oh, they had a grand time talking, visiting, playing, and eating! As everyone had their fill, things settled down enough for the costume judging to begin.
The Darling family sang and portrayed 'The Farmer In The Dell'. Pastor Jacobs dressed as 'Harpo Marx', and honked his large brass horn constantly. One couple dressed as 'Jack Sprat and his wife'. Another portrayed 'Red Riding Hood and The Wolf'. And, one boy dressed as 'Jack Be Nimble', and he actually jumped over a candle stick!
The Darling family won first prize as Most Original. Their prize was a country ham. Momma and Mam-maw were thrilled speechless over dreams of the delicious Christmas dinner it would make. After the festivities had come to a close, everyone sat around the bonfire and sang songs of thanks.
Brother Jacobs read scripture and spoke of the harvest time and how each one should not only gather in the apples and corn and other crops, but to gather in people for Jesus and the Kingdom of God.
While everyone pondered upon the wonders and the blessings of God, Daddy Darling led the community in this prayer song:
'All through the night, all through the night,
My Savior will be watching over me.
All through the night, all through the night,
My Savior will be watching over me.'
'He saved me so sweetly, so fully and completely,
And washed me in His own atoning blood.
My sins are all forgiven, I'm on my way to Heaven,
Walking in the smile of God.'
ARE YOU READY FOR GOD'S HARVEST?
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