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February 1, 2010

Groundhog can’t keep spring away forever

By Liz Ciancone The Tribune Star Mon Feb 01, 2010, 06:22 PM EST

It’s Groundhog Day! It’s also still winter and, depending upon what our furry little friend sees when he (or she) sticks a nose out of the den this morning, we may or may not be stuck with winter for six more weeks.

We’ve endured, technically anyway, a bit more than half of winter and every day we are 24 hours closer to spring. I dwell on that.

Spring in Northern Illinois where I grew up couldn’t count on March 21 as springlike. I entered this world on a March 21, a number of years ago. Mom didn’t record the weather, but in the years since, I’ve experienced everything on my birthday, from a blizzard to heat so intense it melted my chocolate Easter bunny — the one with the pink candy eyes.

I remember how Dad looked forward to spring, and how I looked forward to being invited to join him on one of his forays into the wild. He’d go out into the woods to dig horseradish root. We’d take it home and Mom would wash it and we’d grind it down into a super-hot relish. I’d beg to be allowed to grind, but had to beg off when the pungent root bought so many tears to my eyes I couldn’t see what I was doing.

Dad also hunted sassafras root. Again, it went home to be washed clean and then used to brew sassafras tea which, they told me, was good for me. It smelled wonderful — like the root beer we brewed behind the ice box in the summer, but it was too medicinal for me. Years later, Dad had to cut extra sassafras to send to Ed in California where he and Shirley bought into the “good for you” theory.

Woodland adventures with Dad were a treat at any season. In the fall we gathered black walnuts which were dried, hulled and cracked on a piece of railroad track from somewhere. While we listened to Jack Benny or Fred Allen, we’d pick walnuts. To the end of his life, Dad always brought me a quart jar filled with black walnut meats when he came to visit. It was a subtle hint that he’d like me to make Black Walnut Pudding.

We hunted bittersweet in the fall and morels whenever the weather indicated we just might find some.

I still look forward to spring even though I won’t be in the woods hunting for horseradish or sassafras. I learned a lot about nature on those outings and spring brings back some great memories.

And, today, we are one day closer. I don’t care WHAT the groundhog says!

Liz Ciancone is a retired Tribune-Star reporter. Send e-mail to opinion@tribstar.com.

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