Harvest Time

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

Gradolph               1.00

meat                1.00

Root Beer                 .05

church                    .20

cigar                     .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

wax              .14

(sundries)

Sept 25          pectin            .45

peaches        1.50

jar rubbers          .10

can lids           .26

I feel close to my grandma. I knew exactly what she was doing.

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