When I moved back to State College 10+ years ago, the Centre County Master Gardener group gave me a ready-made community. Sure, I miss my Lehigh Valley MGs, but I still keep in touch and it was nice to expand my MG connectedness locally.
At one point along the way I was invited to dinner at the home of Pam and Norm with my mom and another MG. Norm is a master vegetable grower and we traded garlic bulbs and vegetable stories in my early years of returning to State College. Sorry to say I can’t remember the meal Pam prepared, but I remember the conversation. One of Pam’s favorite stores was my mother’s gourmet kitchenware shop, The Country Sampler in Boalsburg. She talked to my mother about her memories and favorite recipes from the shop.
Pam and Norm live on several acres and a beautiful home not far from Colyer Lake, one of the most scenic spots in Central PA. They moved there from Park Forest (which gardeners disparagingly call “Dark Forest”), a neighborhood in State College that challenges even the best vegetable growers.
Now they have Sun, with a capital S. Wide-open views. Soaring birds of prey. And their closest neighbor, neigh-neigh, is Magic the Horse.
Norm planted apple, pear, and cherry trees. Not far from his patio, he has an 8-foot-high chain-link fence (to keep the deer out) around a vegetable garden that’s the size of a tennis court. The patio is a staging area for transplanting seedlings from cold frames and seeding trays. There is another vegetable plot along the road in front of their house, Norm’s “low-rent” garden.
The closest Pam gets to any of Norm’s vegetable gardens is when she’s on the lawn tractor, mowing the grass that surrounds the beds. Once the vegetables are harvested and brought into the kitchen, that’s another story. Pam takes over.
For years Norm has grown vegetable plants for giveaways to Food Bank customers as part of our MG Homegrown Project, which Norm and my friend Jan co-chair. But what about the actual vegetables grown in Norm’s garden, the excess that Norm and Pam can’t eat or preserve? Well, for a few years several Food Banks made produce pickups at Norm’s place.
Fast-forward to spring 2021. Norm and Jan create a hybrid called the Food Bank Farm Team. The FBFT was initiated to assist Norm with the planting, weeding and harvesting of crops bound for local food banks. Norm is the vegetable production brains; Jan is the Sign-Up Genius brains. She recruits and juggles the womenpower assisting Norm in the garden, makes sure each bin and box is weighed or counted, and generally organizes everything. Norm calls her “The Countess”.
Meanwhile, what does the rest of the team do? A little bit of everything.
Norm’s Golden Rule of Soil Care: Don’t step on the planting beds, that’s what paths are for. Even leaning on the soil in a bed with your hand is verboten. Norm has a 4-foot-long plank to lay between rows especially for that purpose. Norm’s Magic Garden is his pride and joy, the soil fueled by well-aged and abundant horse manure, courtesy of Magic.
Early on I bragged that my specialty was pushing the wheelbarrow, after years of caring for ponies and horses, llamas and chickens. So, I steer the barrow filled with garden debris to compost piles. When the wheelbarrow is filled with hefty butternut squash or pumpkins, I let Norm take the lead.
We transplant romaine, oak leaf and Bibb lettuce, and then plant some more. We weed around garlic, carrots, and peppers. Over the summer I probably pulled my weight in purslane, Norm’s No. 1 weed. And, no, I did not give The Countess that number. We pick tomatoes, beans and eggplant; pull up red onions, white onions, and blueish-black skinned red beets.
Pam, bless her, welcomes us to use the house bathroom (despite our garden crud), and treats us to snacks of Melitzanosalata (Greek eggplant dip) on toast, coffeecake, or Sungold tomatoes.
We make it fun. Norm cuts off heads of cabbage and lobs them over the 4-foot-high fence surrounding the low-rent garden. I catch and stack them in the garden cart. Barb tugs a tangled web of cucumber vines as she recalls teaching English in Hungary when the Berlin Wall came down.
If I notice a wimpy lettuce seedling in the garden, I tease Jo that she must have planted that one. (Jo is an interior decorator; she normally plants for blossoms, not for vegetables, and doesn’t mind a little ribbing.) Hours spent side-by-side with Jan, Phoebe, Lisa, Sharon, Chris, Kate, and Laura are as colorful as the monarchs that balance on the Tithonia and the goldfinches that snack on sunflowers.
Throughout the summer we see the garden ABCs: apples, broccoli, cantaloupes, cherries, cauliflower, and cabbages, ah, Norm loves cabbages. All the way to the end of the alphabet and into fall, three of us spend two hours stripping and unweaving pole bean vines from the X, X, X’s of the chain-link fence. WhY, I got a lot of Zzzz’s that night!
After one work session, Pam came out of the house and mentioned they had weekend visitors and she made my mother’s “Puff.”
What a rush of memories. My dad would pour coffee from the French press into Hadley mugs while my mother brought The Puff to the atrium, placing it in the middle of the white wicker dining table. She made The Puff in a fluted brown Dansk casserole. Daughters, sons-in-law, and probably a handful of toddling grandchildren were ready for breakfast. The Puff was more than a dish, it was entertainment, as my mother squeezed a lemon inserted with a spout over the puffy golden pillow dusted with powdered sugar.
A quick email to Pam and a recipe arrives electronically. To commemorate The Country Sampler’s 25th anniversary my mother gave packets of favorite recipes to her customers. More than 25 years later, Pam still has hers. I’m sure my mother is smiling. Laurie Lynch
Norm’s the Man: To mark the end of our season, we gave Norm one of my old Fleur-de-Lys Farm slates. “What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.” by Charles Dudley Warner, 1870. On the flip side we wrote: “And the Food Bank Farm Team FBFT” with each of us signing our name.
Pam’s the Star: On my last visit with members of the FBFT, I brought Pam a special treat. One of my homegrown Meyer lemons to squeeze on her next Puff.
The Countess Countdown: This growing season 4,500 pounds of produce from Norm and Pam’s place were packed into pickup trucks driven by Food Bank volunteers, bound for Philipsburg, Port Matilda, and Centre Hall.
The Laurie Countdown: Besides his vast knowledge, Norm shares his garden bounty with helpers. Among my favorites are a personal-size Savoy cabbage, asparagus, rhubarb, and knobby gourds for fall décor. He also gifted me with calla lily bulbs for containers, and lupine seed pods, and black-eyed Susan, Sue, and Suzannah, for next year’s flowerbeds.
Happy Thanksgiving