Does anyone remember the chaos when my Dad would bring a load of crabs to Grandmom to cook for the feast. All us kids would gather around that tiny kitchen and watch her and Aunt Honey pull them out of the basket and put them in the pot to boil. She would always let a few escape so all of us kids would scream and hop up on chairs and run. She loved doing that.
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I remember being about 5 years old and afraid because the crab was loose on the floor and coming my way, and Joyce picked me up and 'protected' me - she was my hero!!
Joyce Day Meuse > Marianne Shlegle SolanJanuary 11, 2008 at 4:43pm
I can still smell the old bay seasoning. The escaped crab was the best part of vacation. I remember the Ford house and the old aluminum stock pots going on four burners. Crabs always got it. It was a scream.
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