While in Jennings over Thanksgiving, we went to Mr. and Mrs. Devane's annual cane grinding and syrup boiling. The Devanes are my folk's closest neighbors, and their weekend shack and syrup house is a few miles down the road. Cane syrup was a cultural staple in the deep South, but like so many other rural traditions it's fading away in favor of cheaper, less labor intensive substitutes. In this case, artificially-flavored corn syrup. The Devanes grow a patch of sugar cane and have a tradition of grinding it and cooking it down every Thanksgiving. It's always a wonderful treat to smell the syrup cooking on the cool air.
Thanks for letting us come enjoy the fruits of your efforts!
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| The Devane's syrup house |
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| Cane juice coming from the grinder |
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| Papa Don showing the boys how it works |
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| Each of them got a piece of sugar cane to chew....a treat! |
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| Boiling the juice down into syrup |
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| Patiently waiting? |
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| A catface pine log from the turpentine days |
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| Molly talking with Mrs. Devane |
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| The boys playing on an old Farmall at the Johnson's cane grinding. |
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| The Johnson's syrup house |
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| I love this skillet hanger....in a 100+ year old farmhouse |
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| The old Johnson House |
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| Where the meals were |
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