Milly, That is the way I remember it being made. Had forgotten all I knew about it. Couldn't for the life of me remember how it was done. BUT YOU JOGGED MY MEMORY!!!!!!! LOL yes, I remember now the mules and the trough. I couldn't remember what happened after the horses brought the cane in from the patch. The one and only time I ever saw it made. I remember it was started late in the evening and didn't finish up until late in the night. We kids got sleepy and sometime during the late night was sent home to go to bed. I was spending the night with my girl friend whose family was making the molassas. The next morning I awoke fully clothed, laying cross way the bed with six or seven other kids boys and girls laying cross ways the bed with me. LOL heaven help us if that were to go on today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happened every day in my life time and no one gave it a thought. Dot Jo ----- Original Message ----- From: <MPiros1120@aol.com> To: <down-home-chatter@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, September 24, 2009 11:21 PM Subject: [DOWN-HOME-CHATTER] Molasses > Shirley & Dot Jo > > I did a report in 7 th grade for molasses making. I was at my step > parents > in Anderson Co TN when it was molasses making time. If I remember right > there was a post and on it was a long horizontal pole and it was attached > to a > mule. Two big round stones was attached to mule pole. The sugar canes were > placed through the stones. As the mule went around in a circle the liquids > from the canes was run into a long trough. A fire was kept going under > the > trough. As the liquid boiled we skimmed the foam off. This was an all day > process. > > The last time I was in Tennessee at the General Store in Forbus I bought > a > jar of Molasses...yummy! I haven't been in Muddy Pond in a very long > time. > > Milly WARD Piros > > We do not inherit the land from our ancestors; we borrow it from our > children. > Native American Proverb > > > In a message dated 9/24/2009 9:59:47 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, > dotjo1@suddenlink.net writes: > > I remember going to a molassa making when I was a small girl. remember > the > men and boys going and cutting the cane and hauling it back in the back of > a > wagon. Remember watching while it cooked. been years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > Dot > Jo > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <SMtblubrd@aol.com> > To: <down-home-chatter@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, September 24, 2009 9:23 PM > Subject: Re: [DOWN-HOME-CHATTER] Morning > > >> >> >> In a message dated 9/24/2009 7:26:30 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, >> dotjo1@suddenlink.net writes: >> >> you make me long for hog killing time. >> >> >> It just isn't the same when you have everything done but the sausage. >> I >> have never had sausage with homemade pickles LOLLL but I bet I will now >> have >> to try that one. Its just about molasses time, we missed the get to >> gather this year, I heard the crop for that wasn't very good. There is > a >> Amish >> community called Muddy Pond in Frentress CO that grows the reeds (cane) > & >> have the storage vats with piping that is underground and the cooking I >> think goes on much of the winter, that is one of their main paying > crops. >> Have you ever went there Millie? >> >> Shirley Bragg >> >> Cherish yesterday, Dream tomorrow, >> Live today. >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DOWN-HOME-CHATTER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without >> the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DOWN-HOME-CHATTER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the > subject and the body of the message > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DOWN-HOME-CHATTER-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message