Sweet corn: The golden gift from God

Greetings from the Ridge. As she pulled out of my driveway this morning I had to murmur to myself, “Freida, everything’s gonna be okay.” For more years than I can recall, Marcellus and her husband made our house a regular stop on their sweet corn route. They’d get up early on the hottest morning in July, climb the fence in front of their house, and commence to picking sweet corn for dozens of us who don’t climb fences, then they’d spend the day delivering their plastic sacks of the golden stuff around our neighborhood. It’s now the middle of the afternoon but I’ve been passing that sweet smelling stack of kernels all day and I may not be able to wait until suppertime to introduce them to my microwave.

Things change too quickly and of late the rate of change seems to have sped to a dangerous rate as what was true yesterday is but a dim memory today. The last truly welcome change I can remember had something to do with diapers. So it’s more than gratifying, it’s healing, it’s holy to have things pop into our lives that remind us of how things used to be . . . spotting a car that looks like your dad’s old Buick, gazing at photographs of family gatherings long gone, and . . . sweet corn. &nbsp;&nbsp;<ahref="http://etypeservices.com/Cass%20County%20Star%20GazetteID497/"><spanstyl... 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To view more, please log in or subscribe to the digital edition.</span></a></p>