I am my mother’s daughter.
Truly.
Outside of sharing some common DNA and a very contagious laugh, we have a lot of shared habits and traits. One of our common traits, is that we are savers. Like big time.
We’ll save anything that we deem important, even if that is a cool shopping bag. The words “some day” are in our daily vocabulary.
Each time my parents come to visit, my mom brings a gem or two that she has saved and wants to pass down to me and to Caroline. Just this past visit, she brought my great granny’s scrapbook and one of her cookbooks that my grandmother and great aunt contributed to as well. (A few visits back, she brought great granny’s glasses that you see in the photo.)
Gems! Gems, I tell you.
And so precious.
Original family recipes, thoughts and gardening tips that could lead an orchestra in song. Some recipes are hand-written, some are typed out from an old typewriter; some recipes are taped in the book, showing the old age of the Scotch tape.
You can tell if one recipe was used more than others by the amount of food stains splattered on the page.
All memories, tried and true. And to think that I have these books now, means the world to me. For the past few nights, I have stolen a few minutes to myself and have carefully turned pages, reading each recipe and attempting to follow each train of thought.
Great Granny’s scrapbook and recipe book have put a new and confirmed appreciation of traditions and interests being passed down from generation to generation. Turns out, my love of DIY, gardening and most certainly cooking comes from at least 4 generations.
I am so fortunate that my path has been carved by these wonderful women in my family. It could very possibly be that Be Fed Again may have been handwritten over a hundred years ago. Knowing that I am carrying on these family values and traditions does my heart good.
Stay tuned for a few recipes from these very books.
oooohhh……….this is such good stuff!