Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile of so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
Last time I told you what Ma grew, and this time how she (and the rest of us) preserve it. There is a bit more to it, because of the peaches, and that shall involve a whole new era about My Little Town, when I started 8th grade. Many of those folks are still living, and I shall say only nice things about them, because they are all nice folks.
Only recently have I had the excellent luck to get back in touch with more than two of them, and as soon as many of them realized that I am not quite dead yet, they are being very nice to me, as they were to me at my school. But, this is about Ma’s preservation techniques.