Peanuts

I talked to my mom this morning. It was a lovely conversation. She is 81 years old yet speaks childlike. Very humorous. We got on the subject of peanuts as she reminded me that all I would ever eat growing up was peanut butter. Which, yes, I still do. I learned of a great paternal uncle I never knew. His name was Uncle Jim. He grew peanuts. My mom told me the story of how my great paternal grandparents who lived next door to her when she was young would roast Uncle Jim's peanuts in their fireplace. As she is telling me the story, I visualize the setting. Very peaceful. My dad use to roast peanuts often. We go on to my mom re-telling me how her mother was only 14 when she married her father. I asked how they met but my mom did not know. She said, "back then we didn't think to ask such questions". Today, I find myself asking alot of "such questions".