Maple syrup has been a staple over the years. When as a kid of 6 living in Jamaica VT about 1944, my job was to collect sap on the steep hill side. A fellow worked at the local sawmill and would walk by the house. I'd sit with the bucket of sap at the road side and he would pick it up and carry it to the house, about 200 feet. I knew I appreciated it and I think he got a kick about it. A daily routine. My mother boiled it on the kitchen stove and remember the wall paper sagging. During the war, sugar was rationed, so the syrup, whatever color was needed. Good times.
Maple syrup has been a staple over the years. When as a kid of 6 living in Jamaica VT about 1944, my job was to collect sap on the steep hill side. A fellow worked at the local sawmill and would walk by the house. I'd sit with the bucket of sap at the road side and he would pick it up and carry it to the house, about 200 feet. I knew I appreciated it and I think he got a kick about it. A daily routine. My mother boiled it on the kitchen stove and remember the wall paper sagging. During the war, sugar was rationed, so the syrup, whatever color was needed. Good times.