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
Birmingham, Alabama, United States of America