You can see Grandmother’s The American Woman’s Cook Book in our kitchen; tucked away but not hidden. Missing it’s original sleeve, the 1941 edition has a vibrant green hardcover. She wrote her name on the inside cover long ago when she was a young wife. Years later, she lovingly wrote a note to her grandson, and his wife, vowing eternal love.
The first chapter is written with a how to be a successful housewife edge. Table setting techniques, cleaning suggestions, luncheon menu suggestions, even suggesting proper kitchen layouts are explained. The remainder of the cookbook is what you might expect, a collection of future standard meals. We’ve giggled over the multitude of squirrel, possum, and pigeon recipes.
Receiving such a personal gift, something touched many times over the course of a lifetime, sincerely touched my heart. I’d like to think she felt a connection to use due to our family based lifestyle. Or she felt that we shared a common interest.
On occasion we pick a fun recipe to try and think of grandma; wondering what she thought if she tried the same one.
It’s the little things that keep people in your memories long after they are gone
