Excerpts from Grandpa Hanna’s diary:
Wednesday, November 14, 1917: dug rhubarb
Monday, November 19, 1917: dug up plants & fruit bushes in old garden. Planted same in new garden in pm.
Thursday, November 22, 1917: planted raspberries
When Abe built the new house clear across the section in 1917, he moved more than the buildings from the old homestead site. All the garden plants came, too. Perhaps the conversation about the move went something like this:
Addie: When are you planning to move the garden plants over?
Abe: Can’t right now. We’re busy working on the barn and the new house. The garden will have to wait till next spring.
Addie: You’re not too busy to scrape out that slough or work on church business.
Abe: That’s different. We need the pond to collect water for the livestock. I’ll move the garden come spring.
Addie: And next spring you’ll be too busy with seeding and harrowing. Then come summer, you’ll be too busy with summerfallowing and breaking new land. Next thing you know, it will be fall and you’ll be too busy with harvesting. You want raspberry jam and gooseberry jam and rhubarb pie, don’t you, so move those plants over now before the snow flies. Otherwise they won’t be grown enough to produce fruit for that jam you like so much.
And so, the garden was moved.
Of course, maybe it didn’t happen that way at all. But given my grandmother’s opinionated and outspoken personality, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had something to do with the timing of the move.
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3 thoughts on “Jam”
Abe sounds honest.
This made me laugh. It would seem not much has changed between couples over the last 100+ years.
Probably not. Even grandparents are “normal” human beings. Glad it made you laugh. It was fun writing it.