Sunday, July 17, 2011

Canning~"A Lost Art"

I can remember when my great-grandma Evans would send me out to pick greenbeans, cuccumbers or tomatoes from her garden and then spend all day canning for the winter.  She would gather her jars and boil them and then place whatever item she was working on and then I remember her pulling out the hot lids to seal the jars with a pair of tonges.  She would never let me get to close for fear the lid on the pressure cooker would: "Explode" she would say.  Being the curious one that I was, I would always get as close as possible so that I could see all the activites in the kitchen.

Grandma Evans passed away when I was only nine years old and I never got to learn the "Art of Canning".  I never got the chance to have her teach me because Cancer took over and she was not able to teach me. 

Even though I never learned, I have never forgotten and have always wanted to learn.  Today, there are only a hand full of women that I know who still practice the "Art of Canning".  In this busy world we live in with computers, ipods and video games who has the time or the want to.  For most, the thought is just too time consuming and why would we need too with all the stuff we need at the local supermarket just around every corner....

Recently, I have realized that we have lost our communication skills with others unless it is through FACEBOOK, TEXT MESSAGING or EMAILS.  I for one thing that the ways of the "OLD TIMES" might not be such a bad thing.  The memories I have from watching my grandma in the kitchen, going out and helping pick dinner from the garden and spending time helping her snap the peas or pick the tomatoes for her to can are the best memories I have. 

Thanks to Canning Across America for reminding me of these memories and keeping the "Art of Canning" alive for future genrations to come.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

...and the story continues.~Happy Blogiversary

WOW!  Can not believe that it has been two years since I created "Where I Come From."  Since then, I have broken down walls and discovered new stories, family members, places travelled, and met a lot of wonderful friends.  The road at times is long and frustrating when you run into those brick walls and it seems information just is not there.  But out of the blue when you least expect it, a hint or clue will appear and the bricks come tumbling down.

Thank you to my wonderful friend Jasia over at Creative Gene, for giving me the courage and inspiration to start this journey.  It has truly been a wonderful experience.

Here is a look at the beginning of:  "Where I Come From."