RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
FROM THE ARCHIVES:
from Grandson Lorin Ginther's Rambling Down Memory Lane,
composed by Ron Ginther
for whatever happened to Grandma's wooden mixing bowl?
Fairly flat, maybe two feet across,
crusty from countless mixings,
in it dough was kneaded, raised, into oven pans given a toss.
a flour sack towel covering it,
and powerful yeast in a dab from the last batch
gave sleepy Sig the philosophic fly only an hour or so to muse and sit.
needed eating or turned crumbly, moldy, and a bit stale,
but oh, their hearty nutrition made the family
exceptionally fit and hale!
left back on the Farm while Liz and Leroy tied the
marital knot with a twirl,
found they could survive solely on such bread--
truly the staff of life God ordained, 'twas said.
How humble, how unsightly, but faithfully the old crusty bowl had produced!
But now bread's store-bought and baked in stainless steel,
with preservatives lab chemists in booties with bottle chip specs have introduced.
lived to a ripe ninety-eight!
So just maybe it had something to do
with the bread she made
that everyone on the Farm daily and thankfully ate?
bring back Grandma's old wooden mixing bowl!
Smart Norskies need not race nose to tail like squirrels inside a 21st century treadmill,
so stainless steel, msg, Canola oil, formaldehyde, etc., forsake!
why, just look at the crowds of people always popping a med pill!
Throw your shopping gears in reverse, turn and head for a much better Old Deal,
and give your body a break by slowing down Time's rubber-burning wheel.
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