Boiled Potatoes and Onions

When I was a little girl, I liked helping my Grandma in the kitchen especially when she was starting to cook.. There was always a lot to do back then. Grandma always used fresh vegetables from the garden. We would go out back to pick or dig up what she wanted to have for dinner and bring them into the kitchen sink to wash. Gram always had a story to tell about what she fixing to eat, if it was carrots there was a story about bunny rabbits, corn brought a story about black birds.

The one I liked best was about potatoes and onions.

It went like this........ Many years ago when Mary { a cousin} left home to come to America with her children they had to spend almost two months on a cargo ship as she was working her way here because she had no money to pay passage .

Mary worked in the galley {kitchen} helping the cook. There was food being fixed all day for the men to eat as they ate in shifts . Mary always had a smile on her face for the men when they came in to eat. The cook asked her one day why she seemed happy all the time and was told it was easier to be happy than to be sad.

Mary always found time to see that the children had lessons in reading and writing while she was working. One day the cook asked if it was hard to read and write and was told no. Mary asked if he would like to learn and he said he would like to. Mary made sure to bring an extra book and paper the next morning with her. When they had a break in the work, she showed him how to write his name, Joe.

Well he sat and wrote it several times while Mary peeled potatoes and put them into the pot to cook, then she peeled the onions that were there in a basket and put them into the pot with the potatoes. Oh! What have I done Mary said.

Looking into the pot she saw the onions and potatoes together, there was no way she could think of to undue what had happened. Well maybe no one would notice the mistake and just eat it anyway.

Well as you can guess it was noticed by the men when they came to eat. Mary what did you do to the potatoes they taste wonderful the men said. Mary told them it had been a mistake as she was teaching Joe to write and just put them into the pot together. The men laughed at this and said it was a very good mistake. Mary was very happy and said she just might make a mistake again sometime.

Grandma told me this was a true story her Mom told her when she fixed boiled potatoes and onions years ago when she was little girl. When my granddaughter is older and helps me in the kitchen I will tell her this story.




Sometimes people write to me and ask me how I get ideas for stories. This story was inspired by the picture that accompanies the story. I found this picture at: Alenka Dvorzak Lasic A Virtual Gallery I wrote a note to the artist, and asked permission to use this picture to illustrate my story. They graciously wrote back and said I had permission to use the picture (so please don't take it from this site). All they asked in return was a link back to them, and I have gratefully done that. Please go visit their site and look at all the beautiful artwork they have there.


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