About that Jam…

by Marcy on June 10, 2008 · 0 comments

Just in case any of you got the wrong impression about my homemaking abilities yesterday, I thought I would clue you in as to why I took my 2 yr. old to the strawberry patch to pick our own berries for jam. (Hint: it is *not* because I am Martha Stewart!)
I spent a lot of time with my grandma when I was a child. Actually I spent a lot of time with my grandma whenever I could, even after I grew up and moved away for college. We were extremely close, and I still consider her one of my all time favorite people even though she passed away a little over 3 years ago.
About 3 months after my grandma passed, I became pregnant with my daughter (surprise!). I can’t help but feel that God sent me my little blessing in an effort to heal my heart. While it makes me sad that my daughter will never know my grandma, I will be sure to tell her all about her since she was so special to me.
So what does this have to do with jam? My grandma was a homemaker, and while she didn’t love to cook, she almost always made strawberry freezer jam every year. I honestly don’t think that I had ever purchased (or even ate much) store bought jam until I graduated from college and was out on my own. Strawberry Jam is just one of those little memories that has stuck with me, and reminds me of her.
This is probably going to make me sound crazy, but I have never been able to throw out the last jar of jam that my grandma gave me (see picture above). It is still sitting in the back of my fridge in the corner. For some reason I can’t bring myself to throw it away, even though I really should. In fact, a few months ago, my mom came to my house for the weekend to watch my daughter when I went to a conference. When I got home, we started to talk about what my daughter ate while I was gone. Somehow I realized during our conversation that my mom had fed her from that very jar of jam…and I was pretty grossed out!
And so I decided this year would be my first year to attempt making freezer jam of my own. I’m not doing it to save money or to be all fancy or anything. I’m doing it because it reminds me of my grandma, and it gives me a way to connect with her even though she is gone. And maybe someday I’ll be able to replace that last jar of jam that she gave me with some that my daughter and I made together. Maybe. :-)
Here is a picture of our “new” jam:

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