I finally got to the last batch of apples this past week. I made chunky applesauce and rosy applesauce. Sit back, look at the jeweled jars of produce and feel a job well done. I am very grateful to a friend who hooked me up with an incredible deal on apples. 50 pounds for $5. Seriously. It was, regrettably, the only preserving I did this year, not counting my salty pickles and my piddly three pints of pizza sauce.
I loved getting my book out and dusting it off: Canning and Preserving by Linda Ferrari, published by Crescent books. I loved gathering my supplies, my jar lifter, my funnel, my magnetic lid grabber, my stock pot, my water bath and so on. It made me glad I saved all my jars and rings. I knew I was going to get back into canning. But all of this isn’t why I’m writing today.
I have, in my possession, an old ledger from my Grandma. It contains in her even hand, lists of expenses and incomes over the course of a couple years. It also has valuable birth dates and names of her children and siblings, but that’s another story. I love to look at this ledger.
1937 Mr. and Mrs. NJP
Aug. 28th Pay Check: 18.50 Wagonlanders 6.34
27th Cut Grass: .50 gasoline .54
Root Beer .05
Hair Cut .35
Isn’t it wonderful? I love it. I feel such a wonderful connection to my grandparents. They didn’t keep journals or letters. This is the only record of them I have besides their children’s memories. But the coolest thing I discovered is a few pages in:
Sept 24 pectin .70
Sept 25 pectin .45
jar rubbers .10
can lids .26
I feel close to my grandma. I knew exactly what she was doing.