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tatty picking
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Catherine Rasmussen from Surrey, B.C.. Posted 10 Dec 2004.
I am another one who remembers the job of picking tatties on several farms, but this one stands out because when we received our mid-morning cup of tea, after working for some time, we were of course ready for it, but, one sip of the tea made me turn and throw it out. It tasted soapy. Unknown to the woman her child had slipped a piece of soap into the brew when she wasn't looking. Needless to say everyone threw it out, but, we said nothing at the time. At lunch time we were served a lovely dinner and also an apology for what had happened to the tea. You see she had discovered that her child had dropped the soap into the kettle, but only on returning to her kitchen and finding the remnants of soap in the kettle.
   
Rhoda Taylor from New Zealand. Posted 14 Nov 2005.
'Tattie holidays' in the 1960's - remember them well and with great delight. Were those hard tough days REALLY better? Born in the wee North east fishing town of Buckie, we were well used to the north-easterly gales that seemed to blow the very flesh off you! We used to go tattie howkin, around the ages of nine and ten. Early morning starts (our mums were always greatful for that!)awa wi oor pails and little else.

If we were really lucky the farmer would pick us up at a central meeting place and take us to his farm. We would still have trekked a couple of miles to get to him! Up and down the furrows following the tractor,we went, filling the pails with the tatties. I remember hardly having the height or the strength to lift the filled pail up to the cart to empty it!

The highlight of our day was always lunchtime. We were all fed by the farmers wife. A hoochin big bowl of 'TATTIE SOUP', quickly followed by a splattering of rice pudding slap into the same bowls whether you were finished your tattie soup or not!




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