{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The News Journal","provider_url":"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net","title":"Up on the Hill &ndash; The News Journal","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"G6rKix667m\"><a href=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/up-on-the-hill\/\">Up on the Hill<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/up-on-the-hill\/embed\/#?secret=G6rKix667m\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Up on the Hill&#8221; &#8212; The News Journal\" data-secret=\"G6rKix667m\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! 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They have large staffs who promote healthy activities and quality programs and recreational venues. But in my day, I\u2019m talking about the late 1930\u2019s and early 40\u2019s, there were no city parks, no organized staff of paid professionals. For families like mine, we had to provide our own place of leisure. We called it \u201cUp on The Hill.\u201d We didn\u2019t know who owned the hill, we just accepted it as our own. The Hill, which rose several hundred yards from our house was not a big hill, as hills go, but it sloped high above the houses down below. It was where my family and a whole congregation of neighbors gathered after supper on hot summer days, a cool respite from the heat. Grownups would spread pallets on the grass under an umbrella of tall trees and sit and talk while the children played. As I recollect, there was a tire swing that left you breathless when you swung out over a flat patch of ground way down below. It was more exhilarating than a ride at the carnival, and though I was afraid of heights, I couldn\u2019t resist the thrill of swinging out over the vast space below. It made me feel so free, so unencumbered. The Hill gave us many other things as well. It was where the women of the neighborhood gathered each spring to pick poke sallet they mixed with turnip greens from their gardens. It also provided them with group therapy after spending the winter in a closed-up house. I can just picture them now, dressed in their homemade aprons and poke bonnets, bending over and cutting the young tender sprouts of poke with a small paring knife from the kitchen, chatting away, dusting off the spoils of a long cold winter. There was this retired school teacher who lived close to us.\u00a0 She was really kind to the children in the neighborhood and each year she assembled all of us for an Easter egg hunt on the hill. I don\u2019t think she had any children, but if she did, I don\u2019t remember them. I recall how exciting it was to look for the hidden eggs among the spring wildflowers that grew in abundance&#8230;and the patches and patches of beautiful purple violets&#8230;&#8230;.ahhhh! The prize for the most eggs found was a nickel Hershey bar, the delight of all delights. Hershey bars were much bigger then than they are now and this was a much coveted prize. But alas, time and progress changed all that as they often do. A nice subdivision now inhabits the place that was so dear to the hearts of many of us who remember the good times we spent \u201cUp on the Hill.\u201d I\u00a0 love cabbage in any form, coleslaw, kraut,\u00a0 raw, or fried. I like it with soup beans, cornbread and a big glass of cold buttermilk. FRIED CABBAGE Ingredients 2 tablespoons butter 1 teaspoon sugar 1\/2 teaspoon salt 1\/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes 1\/8 teaspoon pepper 6 cups coarsely chopped cabbage 1 tablespoon water Directions 1. In a large skillet, melt butter over medium heat. Stir in the sugar, salt, pepper flakes and pepper. Add the cabbage and water. Cook for 5-6 minutes or until tender, stirring occasionally. Yield: 6 servings.\u00a0 \u00a0 P.S.:\u00a0 I put a little chopped onion into mine.\u00a0"}