How To Preserve A Husband Part 2

 

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Yesterday I posted about an unexpected find in a cookbook my late mother-in-law had given me. It was a recipe on how to preserve a husband. It held good advice wither you are a new wife or a veteran.

The Recipe:

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Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young. When once selected, give your entire thoughts to preparation for domestic use. Some insist on keeping them in a pickle, others are constantly getting them in hot water. This makes them sour, hard to get along with and sometimes, bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender and good by garnishing them with patience, well-sweetened with kisses. Wrap them in a mantle of charity. Keep warm with a steady fire of domestic devotion and serve with peaches and cream. Thus prepared they will keep for years.

Found in an old cook book

Mrs. James A. McNamara

 

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Concerned over the condition of the paper the recipe was printed on I decided to put it under glass with a little flair.

Using scrapbooking paper, bits of sewing odds and ends (also given to me by my late mother-in-law), and a decorative frame purchased from a garage sale, I proceeded to create a family heirloom that could be passed down from mother to daughter to granddaughter (hopefully, fingers crossed).

What little bit of unique family history that may seem like nothing can you create into a family heirloom? I would love to hear from you.

 

How To Preserve A Husband Part 1

 

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J. R. Findsen

 

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Spring Blooms: A Memory of Grandmother’s Garden

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Spring blossoms remind me of my maternal grandmother. As a child visiting her home was a pleasure. Her house was situated in the middle of a horse shoe-shaped garden that boasted a variety of plants from pumpkins and grape vines to flowers and herbs.

Every year flowers sprang up from the dark earth. The effect was amazing. Colors and sweet scents brightened her little nook in the world. Roses and flowering trees that looked like giant snowballs stand out in my memory amongst all the varieties of flowers that graced her property. A giant willow tree provided a fairy playhouse carpeted by a lush carpet of green. During the summer produce of every type overflowed and the grandchildren had grazing privileges. Of course, those privileges were earned by weeding.

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With each passing springtime flowers in bloom reminds me of my grandmother and her lovely garden. One day I hope to create vibrant memories for my own grandchildren that would show them how beautiful the world can be.

 

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J. R. Lowe

Treasured Memory: John Thomas Guthrie

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One of the most sought after treasures by genealogists, is memory. Not computer memory, although that is nice to have too, but the memories someone shares. When a person tells a story of the past, either vocally or in writing, not only does the family historian get valuable information on events or persons from the past, but they get a unique perspective from the story teller. This colored lens, gives insight into the storyteller, a family historian will find invaluable.

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Here is a short narrative given by my grandmother Virginia Abrams Fall. She is describing her maternal grandfather, John Thomas Guthrie:

“Memories of my grandpa are real good ones. He always made me feel loved. He was a great story teller. I used to set on his lap in the cool of the summer evenings in the back yard. He would always have his pipe and he would hum softly or tell me stories. He was very gentle. He had the bluest eyes that could sparkle and dark hair which turned to grey later on. His cheeks were a bright pink and of course being a farmer he was always brown.”

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Thank you for reading,

J.R. Lowe

Treasured Memory: Martha Matilda Morgan

Memories of those who have passed, are more valuable than a chest full of gold. Virginia Abrams Fall, my grandmother, was kind enough to write down a few memories of her own grandmother, Martha Matilda Morgan.

 

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“My memories of Martha when I was a child was that she raised hundreds of White Leghorn chickens. I loved to make them fly and it was very easy as they were of a skittish breed. She finally convinced me that it wasn’t the thing to do. I used to go with her to “help” her deliver eggs and some of her home-made butter. If I was real good she would buy me a Nehi strawberry soda pop at the little store that she delivered eggs to. I spent a number of summers with her. In the afternoons, it was so hot and she didn’t have an air conditioner, so she would put a bowl of ice cubes in front of a fan and I would have my afternoon “rest” (I really think it gave her time to rest). I would lay there on the floor in front of the fan and she would tell me stories. The one I remember most was the stories of my Great Grandpa and Grandma, whose pictures were on the wall. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was like when they were alive. She would always remember my birthday and send material for my Mother to make me a couple of dresses. She would send pats of butter, a box of dates and a bag of pecans to us for Christmas. I have so many good memories of her that there isn’t room here for all of them.”

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A little bit of back story. Martha Matilda Morgan was born on 2 February 1882 in Golden Pond, Kentucky. She was the fourth child of George Washington Morgan and Margaret Benson, fourth out of thirteen kids. That many children is a little hard to fathom. The Morgan family moved around a bit between Kentucky and Arkansas, mostly staying in Kentucky. In the 1900 United States Federal Census, they finally settled down in Lake City, Craighead County, Arkansas.

In November of 1900, Martha married a tall good looking guy, John Thomas Guthrie. They were married for almost 48 years old when Martha passed away in 1948 at sixty-six years old.

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Thank you for reading,

J.R. Lowe