|Nana with her Grandson|
Our yard was full of pecan trees that were planted over one hundred years ago by my paternal great grandfather, Isham Alfonso "I.A. or Al" Steele. They produced pecans of every shape and size. We had everything from the long, skinny pecans to the small round ones. Some years the trees produced huge crops of pecans. Other years they didn't do quite so well.
|Pecan Tree on Home Place|
Each Fall brought a familiar sight to our house. My mother would spread out newspaper in the floor and get to work cracking pecans. She would have different shoe boxes filled with pecans and a small hammer at hand for her tool.
Once all the pecans were cracked, the process was then moved to the kitchen table where she would begin shelling them and later chopping them up for storage.
In the photograph at the top of this page my mother is seen holding my son while shelling and chopping up pecans.
|Top of Pecan Tree on the Home Place|