It's Week 17 of our Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Follow along each Sunday as we write and share our memories of childhood. Your descendants will be thankful that you did! Write here as a comment, or on your own blog, or in a private journal, but please write! This series is proposed by Lorine McGinnis Schulze of Olive Tree Genealogy
Easter at growing up in the Chicago area was a mixed bag of weather! Would it be sunny and nice or snowy and ugly? Or somewhere in between? A certainty was Mass on Easter Sunday. Easter Sunday Mass was the culmination of a religion orientated weekend. The Friday before Easter (Good Friday) was a day of penance. There was either church from noon to 3PM or total silence at home for those three hours. Good Friday was a meatless day with no snacking allowed.
Mom would change the ribbons and flowers on 5 straw hats to go with whatever dress each girl was wearing. The boys had a least a dress shirt and tie. Sometimes a jacket if they fit into one on hand.
My Dad's greatest pleasure was to march his whole family down the main street of town to the church and fill an entire pew at church. He was so proud of his family! Unfortunately we were between the ages of 17 and 2 when he died. The traditions continued though thanks to Mom's perserverance.
We always had Easter baskets to find. Lots of candy and spring toys. Toys like paddle balls, jacks, kites, and sometimes roller skates. I don't remember coloring eggs, but I'll bet we did.
Our favorite Aunt Kathy's birthday was near Easter so that was always part of the celebration. I don't remember what was for dinner it might have been leg of lamb. I do remember there was always company. I didn't know it then but the company was family. People whose relationship I didn't know have turned out to be cousins of my Mom and Dad's. It is funny how many of the people of my childhood have turned out to be members of my family tree.
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52 Weeks of Sharing Memories: A Genealogy Journal - Cooking
This is Week 3 of our second set of 52 weeks of topics for readers (and me!) to start a genealogy journal. Please join us for Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey by Lorine MasseyOver the years I've learned that keeping a journal is not always easy. Yet it's important for future generations. If we want to preserve the past, our own memories will one day be as valuable as those of our great-grandmothers. Our descendants will be thrilled to find a journal chronicling our lives and the lives of our parents and grand-parents.
This weeks' topic is Cooking. I have very strong memories of my mom's cooking. No doubt most of you do too, some may even remember grandma's cooking. I thought it would be fun to share those memories.
* What was your favourite food that your mom cooked?
* Do you remember the smells in the kitchen?
* Have you copied your mom or grandmother's recipes to save them?
* Did you ever get to eat your Grandmother's food?
I'm not sure if I had any favorite foods that my mother cooked. She was a pretty good cook. I do remember that when we had meatloaf, mom always made two of them. One with onions and one without! With nine kids in the family, we undoubtedly needed two anyway. Another thing we had frequently was "mock chicken legs". This was cubes of meat, placed on wood skewers, dipped in seasoned flour and browned in a skillet. The meat was specifically ordered from the butcher and came with the skewers. The only thing I can remember not liking were the parsnips served every Thanksgiving, and only at Thanksgiving. I remember the smells of onion sauteing, and bacon frying. Who can forget the smell of fresh coffee perking?
Recently I attempted to re-create my grandmother Bockie's version of Lapscus, a Norwegian stew. I think I was successful since it tasted like I remembered. Bockie also made a wicked cherry pie after we pitted the cherries from the tree in the backyard. When I was in Boarding School, we were served a dessert called Prune Whip. None of the girls would touch it even when the nuns said we would sit there until we ate it. I didn't mind because that was another of the dishes my grandmother had made for us.
The Swiss Steak and Porcupine Meatballs that I have taught my granddaughters are meals I had as a child. The Sunday dinner that my grandchildren eat is the same one their mother ate while she was growing up.
When I got married, I received several of my mother's recipe books. They were about 9 x 12 and paper covered. I think is was a series by Betty Crocker in the 1940s. Lots of good recipes there.
This weeks' topic is Cooking. I have very strong memories of my mom's cooking. No doubt most of you do too, some may even remember grandma's cooking. I thought it would be fun to share those memories.
* What was your favourite food that your mom cooked?
* Do you remember the smells in the kitchen?
* Have you copied your mom or grandmother's recipes to save them?
* Did you ever get to eat your Grandmother's food?
I'm not sure if I had any favorite foods that my mother cooked. She was a pretty good cook. I do remember that when we had meatloaf, mom always made two of them. One with onions and one without! With nine kids in the family, we undoubtedly needed two anyway. Another thing we had frequently was "mock chicken legs". This was cubes of meat, placed on wood skewers, dipped in seasoned flour and browned in a skillet. The meat was specifically ordered from the butcher and came with the skewers. The only thing I can remember not liking were the parsnips served every Thanksgiving, and only at Thanksgiving. I remember the smells of onion sauteing, and bacon frying. Who can forget the smell of fresh coffee perking?
Recently I attempted to re-create my grandmother Bockie's version of Lapscus, a Norwegian stew. I think I was successful since it tasted like I remembered. Bockie also made a wicked cherry pie after we pitted the cherries from the tree in the backyard. When I was in Boarding School, we were served a dessert called Prune Whip. None of the girls would touch it even when the nuns said we would sit there until we ate it. I didn't mind because that was another of the dishes my grandmother had made for us.
The Swiss Steak and Porcupine Meatballs that I have taught my granddaughters are meals I had as a child. The Sunday dinner that my grandchildren eat is the same one their mother ate while she was growing up.
When I got married, I received several of my mother's recipe books. They were about 9 x 12 and paper covered. I think is was a series by Betty Crocker in the 1940s. Lots of good recipes there.
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