The Cellar and the Sauerkraut

Whenever I think of a cellar, which is not often, I think of sauerkraut.  I wonder if I am the only person in the world that connects the two.   When I was a little girl I remember my mother showing me a big jar of sauerkraut, one of made several she made.   I thought “Yuck”!  I wanted to say, “Why did you make that and why did you make so much!”, but I just kept quiet and looked at the jar.  She seemed proud of that stuff, but I couldn’t imagine why.  “We sure must be going to have a lot of hot dogs” I thought.  The only use of sauerkraut I knew of was on hot dogs.  I followed her closely down the stairs into the cellar to watch her put it on a shelf where she stored the other canned goods she made.  If not close behind my mother, I never ventured down into that cellar. It was scary.  Why, besides sauerkraut there could be anything down there … snakes, spiders, and who know what else.   It even had a dirt floor.  This was the scariest thing of all.  A monster or something could dig through the dirt and come right up into the cellar.  A monster would not be after sauerkraut … so then up the stairs into the house it would come.  Thankfully, a monster never dug into the cellar before we moved out.  I don’t remember if we ate all that sauerkraut.


Mary Ellen Smith
Retired Programmer
Age 63
Birmingham, Alabama, United States of America

One thought on “The Cellar and the Sauerkraut

  1. Love to see some humor in these selections. Gives me a chance to lighten up and myself in a funnier way. Mine was so serious and incendiary, I love to read a sensibility so comical and so seemingly immediate and spontaneous

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