tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post3613962536219995226..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: The StrongholdDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-40768661863027790932013-04-04T10:36:02.397-06:002013-04-04T10:36:02.397-06:00We Canadians inherited the idea from the immigrant...We Canadians inherited the idea from the immigrants who came to us from other frozen northern places. The cellars were at least six feet deep to be below the frost line. Root vegetables, apples, cabbages, potatoes, strings of onions, garlic, pumpkin all were stored there in great heaps. Dad tried sand hills once, but went back to just plain heaps. Most green vegetables other than cabbages were bottled or frozen for storage.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-18056991744734982772013-04-03T03:09:45.753-06:002013-04-03T03:09:45.753-06:00I'm very curious about root cellars, we don...I'm very curious about root cellars, we don't have them here in Australia. What types of vegetables were kept in them? How were the vegetables stored and how long did they keep? I've read in books about carrots and potatoes stored in big barrels of sand, open shelves with apples and pumpkins. There's never any mention of green vegetables like cabbages for instance. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-26985101860954517792013-04-02T22:48:30.549-06:002013-04-02T22:48:30.549-06:00Don't worry. I have a problem with spiders, to...Don't worry. I have a problem with spiders, too. Mom promised me there weren't any there. And Mom's always tell the truth . . . right?! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-13748033611733937772013-04-02T22:43:30.732-06:002013-04-02T22:43:30.732-06:00How did I always miss all of the real work?!How did I always miss all of the real work?!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-41254657836970321392013-04-02T22:42:30.033-06:002013-04-02T22:42:30.033-06:00Sooo true, Launna!Sooo true, Launna!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-32814539442093696162013-04-02T22:42:07.976-06:002013-04-02T22:42:07.976-06:00You've made my day, Susan! That is why I write...You've made my day, Susan! That is why I write!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-79112287658925288522013-04-02T22:41:36.227-06:002013-04-02T22:41:36.227-06:00And what a gateway!And what a gateway!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-15065669002640410722013-04-02T18:29:18.114-06:002013-04-02T18:29:18.114-06:00Eek! That's one place I wouldn't have gone...Eek! That's one place I wouldn't have gone! Scared of the dark, worried about spiders, terrified of the boogeyman, not too keen on either that smell or the thought of all those vegetables for supper ... just call me a wuss and get it over with :)<br /><br />It's really lovely that you got that unexpected trip to the past so far from home!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-64301452936187867842013-04-02T15:23:02.343-06:002013-04-02T15:23:02.343-06:00Every time I think of that root cellar I think of ...Every time I think of that root cellar I think of hauling all the old rotten vegetables out and hauling all the good ones in. It smelled like--arduous work...George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-81707557036022594312013-04-02T15:15:40.373-06:002013-04-02T15:15:40.373-06:00Diane, it always amazes me how a smell can bring u...Diane, it always amazes me how a smell can bring up a memory so very clear... :)Launna https://www.blogger.com/profile/09447311902825477772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-20196090595315747852013-04-02T11:11:32.738-06:002013-04-02T11:11:32.738-06:00Oh, you pulled out some memories of my own. The r...Oh, you pulled out some memories of my own. The root cellar, the milk stalls in the barn...Thanks!Susan Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834094675218254410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-31511217213446659742013-04-02T08:09:55.807-06:002013-04-02T08:09:55.807-06:00The sense of smell is the gateway to the past.The sense of smell is the gateway to the past.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com