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Corn Husking

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Corn Husking.jpg And she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feastAnd she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feastAnd she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feastAnd she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feastAnd she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feastAnd she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the groundThumbnailsMy two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feast

And then came the corn harvest, busiest and happiest time of all the year. It was hard work gathering and husking the corn, but what fun we had! For days we girls thought of nothing but the fine dresses we should wear at the husking.

While the ears were ripening my sister and I went every morning to sit on our watch stage110 and sing to the corn. One evening we brought home with us a basketful of the green ears and were husking them by the fire. My father gathered up the husks and took them out of the lodge. I wondered why he did so.