Somehow, the topic of oatmeal squares came up in their conversation. Becky remembers that Mom would make them for us sometimes as treats for after school.I am eating oatmeal now for my cholesterol, and it occurred to me that oatmeal squares might be a healthy, fun, nostaligic alternative occasionally. Yes, they sell squares in plastic wrappers, but does anybody have Mom's original recipe for oatmeal squares, pressed down in that trusty old 8x8 aluminum pan with the bb shot dent from the Daisy air rifle?
I suppose, back then, everything was loaded with Crisco and granulated sugar so the health effects were negated somewhat. We always dumped sugar on peaches, strawberries, rice, breakfast food, grapefruit, even bread sometimes when we had it with cream. Even so, I would like to find the original recipe. Betty Crocker's cookbook?
I looked on the Quaker Oats box this morning, but no recipes on our round box. Anybody?Drooled
While you're in the nostalgic mood, here are some photos from summer vacations in the 50s. We're sitting in a concrete dinosaur near Rapid City in one of them. Linda has a box camera. She was the family photographer for a while and once scolded me for taking pictures of the North Dakota landscape without putting a person in it for perspective. Waste of film without people you know in them, she said. She was so wise.
The other shots are of the family crossing the source of the Mississippi at Lake Itasca in northern Minnesota. Wasn't any big deal that I could remember because we were always playing around a lake, but I do remember that there was a man there dressed as an Indian with feathers, just the way white people like it.
I noticed that he had no teeth and drooled a little. I peeked around a corner and watched him eat white bread sopped in milk off a plate in his lap.He was there with his wife to sell beaded trinkets to tourists. You could have your picture taken with him in all his regalia, but it cost $1. Dad didn't spring for it, so we have pictures of us crossing the Mississippi, but no toothless Native American.
Sosie is prominent in these photos, extending her tootsies over the mighty headwaters. How ironic that one day she would grow up and marry her own Indian.Now she can take all the pictures she wants for free, and her man even has teeth.
