My father was known to grow some of the sweetest watermelons in Waller county.The last year he was alive he produced a bumper crop of corn,sorghum,maze,peanuts,and watermelon.One of my fondest memories of that year is of him driving myself and a friend into the fields,riding us on a flat bed pulled behind his John Deer tractor. A short haul down a bumpy ,sandy road,we turned into the watermelon patch and soon daddy stopped and hopped off his tractor.Skillfully searching he thumped 4 or 5 melons and pulled, fully ripe from the vine,two large shiny Black Diamond watermelons.Turning he then tossed one up to me like a basket ball and yelled ’’let ‘em drop!’’.Following his led I guided ,yet allowed the large black beauty to slip through my hands dropping onto the hot, worn and weathered wooden planks.The protective thick rind split ,sounding like cotton fabric being torn on the grain.Red meat flung randomly as two uneven halves separated and spun around .Dad commanded;’‘dig in the middle ,pull the sweet center meat out’’! You eat the heart and toss the rest.Leave something for the snakes, rabbits and birds ,he said.I shoved my hand in deep ,while curling my fingers to scoop out the succulent red meat.Shoving the wet crisp nectar past my lips,I closed my eyes and savored the sun on my face and sweet juice dripping from my chin…..
That folks,is the art of eating a watermelon!
A wonderful memory of my life ,my father and growing up country….
My dad was responsible for developing the method of growing corn in Texas which has made it one of the top cash producing crops in the south today.