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Canned Pumpkin Pickles Recipe

Our pie pumpkin harvest last year numbered 21 absolute beauties in the 7-8 pound range. We traded some with friends and family, and made pumpkin pie, soup, and bread. We even tried a to-die-for pumpkin trifle. But by late-October we we were still looking at over 100 pounds of pumpkin to use ...

Laundry Day

I walk my dog Jake several times a day. During one of our many walks, we passed our neighbor's house. I couldn't help but to notice bed sheets hanging out on the line. That brought back memories of my childhood.Grandma Roe's clothesline and my mother's clothesline were pretty much alike. They ...

Memories Of Canning

I don't know how my grandmother did it. Every summer as a child, part of my summer vacation was the same. It would be spent in her kitchen, while she stood over a hot stove for days on end canning fruits and vegetables.This was back in the early 1980s up through the early 1990s, back before my ...

Cabin Fever

How many people like me have cabin fever? I have so much cabin fever I feel like I’m going crazy. All the seed catalogs I’ve received are now well-worn and the pages are dog-eared as I look though them just one more time waiting for my orders to come in the mail. I’ve even picked up a ...

Hot Cross Buns

For as long as I can remember my grandma made Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday. I was raised being a part of the process and having them to eat – lots of them! My grandma didn't just make a few either. She made bunches and bunches of them. She would have trays set aside with little notes on ...

Cinnamon Rolls With Odetta

Odetta was my husband’s grandmother. She and her husband, Jess, were “salt of the earth” influences for my husband and his three sisters as well as Helen, their mom. Odetta knew how to cook for people, and it was one of the things that she enjoyed. Many were the times that you would sit ...

Curious Comfort

Sarah, the web editor for Capper's Farmer, sent me an email about submissions for a cookbook they were needing to send off to the publisher and mentioned I had said I had my mother-in-law's box of old recipes. I do not remember saying that, but there are a lot of things I don’t remember – ...

The Civil War: Scarce Firewood Forced Grandma to Use Railroad Ties

During the Civil War, my great-grandparents lived in the mountains of Virginia. Grandpa was called to serve in the Army, leaving Grandma almost alone, except for a small son. Times were hard for Grandma. She had to do her own work, including getting her own firewood. A railroad was built ...

During the Civil War, Grandfather Hides to Escape Capture

While Grandfather was fighting in the Civil War, he hid out in all kinds of places to escape capture. But eventually he was captured and held prisoner for quite some time. While he was imprisoned, the enemy entered the home where Grandma and their five small children were waiting for him to ...

The Civil War: Superstitious Grandma Curses Bushwhackers

This is one of the Civil War stories my grandma told me. As did most families in those days, the men went to war, and the women did the best they could. My grandma was alone with the children, my mother was 10 years old and her brother 6. There were men who did not join the Army, called ...

Outhouse Confusion

At every family gathering we enjoy remembering about a family gathering at my husband's parents several years ago. We had finished our carry-in dinner. The men and children had gone outside. While the women picked up and put stuff away, our visiting was interrupted by our three-year-old ...

Depression Era: Private Line to Grandma

The telephone of my childhood in the depression era was mounted on the dining room wall of our farmhouse. By today's standards it would be considered an antique. Encased in a rectangular shaped lacquered box, it appeared almost life-like with its two round bells for eyes and a long adjustable ...

Family Farm: Will You Tell a Story about your Grandma, Please?

The wind blew. Thunder and lightning seemed to be at war with each other. Lightning shot, then thunder returned the volley with double force. The sky was dark like a piece of black velvet. Trees bent to the wind, which whistled around corners. Deedee, my little granddaughter, lay curled in my ...