Oatmeal and Creamy Wheat

When my kids were little, they referred to Cream of Wheat as "Creamy Wheat" and the name has stuck to this day! No doubt, in their now adult years, the kids rarely if ever think about Creamy Wheat, much less say it, so it is up to my hubby and me to carry on this tradition.

So, when grocery shopping recently, imagine my delight when I saw none other than "CREAMY WHEAT" sitting on the shelf! It fairly jumped into my cart! It surely knew that I would enjoy it more than any other brand  of cream of wheat.

Then that got me thinking of oatmeal and a couple of long ago memories. My mother made oatmeal frequently (and creamy wheat too!) and she always put raisins in it. Now I'm sure that she figured that the addition of raisins would increase the healthiness, not to mention the deliciousness, of said oatmeal. Well, she was WRONG!! I probably never told her (being the obedient kid that I was) that I could not stand, disliked intensely and otherwise detested the raisins in my oatmeal. I would eat them anytime straight out of the box, but hot in my oatmeal? Nooooo. So I suffered through the hot raisins.

And you know what's funny now?  I LOVE raisins in my oatmeal!! Who knew! I guess my mother did : )

Quaker Oats Tins -- Vintage Nonsense

My other oatmeal memory is of a time when I was about four, maybe five, and had to have my tonsils out. Back then, if you got sore throats, they yanked your tonsils. Well, my throat was sore for pity's sake and I didn't want any old oatmeal -- with or without raisins.

Vintage Milk Bottle -- LovenVintageLaura

So along came the milkman making his milk delivery. Milkmen back then knew the people on their routes and ours was always friendly and offered a bit of cheery conversation as he picked up our empty bottles and left our milk order at the back door. I liked to talk to him and watch him put the bottles in the wire basket that my mother put out on the back steps. (The best was when she opened a new bottle and stuck a table knife in the cream on top -- I got to have some before she mixed it into the milk. Yum!!)

Milk Bottles with Carrier -- Modred Vintage

The day of my tonsillectomy (since I refused to eat the oatmeal) my mother asked him if he would feed me a few bites and see what happened. Well, you know the end of this story! He got me to eat the oatmeal, I got my tonsils out, and afterwards had all the ice cream and jello that I wanted!!!

And, my little friend from down the street was waiting on the front steps when I got home from the hospital -- just like he told my mother he would!

♥  I'm linking my creamy wheat and oatmeal memories over at Blue Monday at Smiling Sally's.
♥  And also linking over on Rednesday at It's a Very Cherry World.

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