Something Wonderful: Grandma Put It All In Jars

Oh, holy cow!
I heard this song many years ago while listening to "A Prairie Home Companion", (before Keillor became an insufferable shit) and it brought tears to my eyes. Great find.


Posted by jwm at November 25, 2014 8:00 AM

I tried to explain to a Lefty once, that home canned fruit was different from what you buy at the store. You have those memories of the time that you processed it and put it up.

My boyfriend tells me that, when his mother in law died, his wife gave away all of food they'd canned together. There were too many memories for her to eat it.

Posted by Teri Pittman at November 26, 2014 4:25 PM