To the Editor:
At harvest time, miracles abound. Man’s hope for the future is in the spring, as he plants the seeds that will flourish through summer and bring bounties at harvest time.
I am thinking about sweet corn this morning. Locally grown, delicious, golden sweet corn has been back on our dinner table for some time now.
When I was removing the husks as I prepared dinner, I thought what a marvel an ear of corn is. Did you ever wonder why we say “ear of corn?”
One source on the Internet revealed the word comes from an ancient word, “ahs,” which translates to “husk of corn.”
Each ear of corn has an even number of rows. An average ear has 800 kernels. As I am writing to an audience in the middle of our cornfields, this probably comes as no news to most.
God is an orderly God, isn’t he?
After peeling away the dark green husks, I pulled out the corn silk. As I got closer to the corn, there appeared yellowish husks. What a thing of beauty!
The perfect rows of corn appeared last. Just think: from a lowly seed placed in the ground months ago, this stalk grew to a stately height and produced this delectable treat.
I used to hear that a good crop yield is when the stalks are knee-high by the Fourth of July. I later learned that means knee-high to a person on horseback, not someone standing next to a stalk in the field.
During my teens, detasseling corn was a way to earn money for school about to begin in the fall. I did not do that, but worked in the local canning factory instead.
During World War II, German prisoners of war were put to work there as well. We were not allowed to speak or fraternize with them. Since I had a smattering of knowledge of German, it fell to me to put in any request for more supplies.
Before that was known, I was privy to statements they made about us, but I did not let on that I knew. I was foiled once the word was out that I knew the language. It was fun while it lasted.