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My Great-grandmother would make a variety of jam every Christmas when we were children. There was usually twelve different flavors in small jars. She had such a tiny kitchen, I cannot image even cooking a meal leave along so many flavors of jam.
My Grandma made Elderberry jelly for us. We, as children, picked elderberries from a small tree that was growing near a farm where our horses were housed.
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My mother never made jelly or jam, however she canned tomatoes and other vegetables every year. She also canned rhubarb sauce (made with a hint of strawberry) for pies and cakes. My mother had a pantry that was full of baking ingredients. I have this grandmother the same. Her pantry is protected by a colorful curtain.
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Both my grandmothers could bake bread and rolls. Fresh biscuits with breakfast in the morning. Loved the smell of fresh bread.
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Bread and jam made with love by grandmother.
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All my grandmothers have passed on. The memories of their kitchens and the wonderful smells so early in the morning stay with me. When I think of grandmothers, I remember the sounds of the kitchen in the morning before the sun came up and it was the last thing I heard at bedtime, grandmother doing dishes in the kitchen. I think Grandmother's kitchen is warmest, dearest place in my memories.