A story as told my Morris

Grits !!! Nothing better than getting corn from the field, shelling it 
off the cob, and maybe using a case knife to help you shell it . Then 
you put the corn on a sheet to keep it clean. Then put the corn on the 
sheet on the hot tin of the house to dry.
 
When good and dry, take it on the back of the horse with you to grind 
at Mr. Smoak's mill in Flemington. He took a toll of a quart or 2 for 
his work grinding it.  He would also ask how you wanted it ground. Most 
of the time it was half an half. That's half grits and half meal. 
 
Then he would help me back on the horse with the sack of meal and grits - 
the mill sifted out the grits.  When you got home Mom used to wash the 
grits several times to get the corn husk out, then she put on a big pot 
of grits on the old wood stove. Nothing better than the first grits of 
the season. I guess that was late Aug or Sept. 
Now that's my story on grits.  Mo 

Thanks to Morris for the above story. The "Mr. Smoak" to whom he refers
is Furman Eugene Smoak my g-grandfather...Grandma Onnie's father.
The mill sat on the pond that's next to Flemington Cemetery.
The story is told that Grandpa Furman lost the mill due to bad business
decisions. I can't confirm that.
The mill stones from the mill stayed around the pond for many years. One is 
now located on the property where the original Smoak homestead stood. The 
other is in the community of Shiloh.
jgm