You asked for more photos – I found these two, of li’l me with each of my grandmas. These ladies are the inspiration for my other blog (you knew I had another one, didn’t you?), My Grandmas’ Recipes. I started it with the hope of preserving the best nuggets from Grandma Sara’s recipe box, but it’s turning into a collection of recipes for dishes I remember from my years in Pennsylvania.
Oh lookie, I’m a wee-little baby here! That’s my Grandma Losch, and she’s holding me in her kitchen. She had five babies and I’m the oldest of her youngest (my mom). I grew up only several miles from her home, and we visited often. There was one rule there: YOU MUST EAT. It didn’t matter if you had just eaten an entire meal, or that it was 3 in the afternoon. You walked in and there would be food, and dessert too. Or sometimes just dessert, but always, always with the delicious, comforting food.
There I am in the red shirt, sharing Grandma Sara’s lap with my little sister (and frequent commenter here) Betsy. Betsy and I were her first two grandchildren, the daughters of her oldest son. Her farm was less than three miles from ours, and my dad farmed in collaboration with his dad and others in the valley for many years.
We were so lucky to live close to our grandparents when we were kids. There was always a place to visit, cousins to play with (and vacation with), and good food to eat. I treasure my memories of those years and of the women who set such a fine example for me – not only in the kitchen, but in their whole lives.