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How A Recipe Feels Like A Memory

Posted on May 6, 2013April 30, 2020 By Lisa Hall-Wilson

Is there a memory from your childhood that sneaks up like a shadow? “Ain’t it funny how a melody sounds like a memory.” ~Eric Church My grandmother left me her recipes.

My grandmother's recipe box.
My grandmother’s recipe box.

My grandmother was a farmer’s wife, mother to seven, grandmother to 21. She was no-nonsense, practical, with lists to put order to the chaos and a vegetable garden bigger than my entire backyard. She made her own everything. They never had a lot, but always enough to share with a stranger in need.

Row after row of rising white manna spread out on the baking board, filling our hearts with smells that made that 3rd generation farmhouse a home. Cinnamon buns, dinner rolls, more bread than seemed possible to eat. Basted with egg whites to brown the tops. We always ate the crusts. And every week she made more.

She hid gingersnaps in the cupboard by the door in the old cookie jar. You could have as many as you wanted. She’d wag her finger, “Now, don’t you spoil your dinner.” Those cookies could break teeth, but the thought of sneaking a treat before dinner made Grandma a secret ally, an accomplice. Why is it the forbidden treats taste the best?

And I always ate my supper.

She knew everyone’s favorite dessert and always had it on hand from tarts, to squares to cookies. With apple squares for this group, and date squares for that crowd.

“Fetch me that recipe — the one your mother gave me.” I’d finger through each card stained with shortening and sugar, the corners curled from use. In the recipe box that Grandpa made her. “Now, your Grandfather made that, so be careful with it.” That box was built to survive the zombie apocalypse, but it was handled with care out of love for the hands that made it.

When she wrote a letter, she shared about everyone else but rarely about herself. Those recipe cards with her familiar handwriting are like a personal letter from the grave. Warming my heart. The apple squares that Gary likes. The marshmallow squares for Lisa. I smile at the chocolate cake recipe from Helen (I don’t know who) that says, ‘fill the white bowl with flour to your first knuckle.’

Still haven’t figured that one out. I don’t think she ever did either.

“What can I get you” goodness pulled from the freezer whenever anyone came to visit. In her handwriting I see the love for her family and the wonder of a child who wanted to grow up and be just like her. That box doesn’t hold recipes — it holds memories.

“Why would you want that?” She asked me when making out her will. It’s old, she said.

But I knew what I was asking for.

So I got her recipe box — the one that Grandpa made. It sits on the counter where I make meals and school lunches. The recipe box filled with her at the counter stirring cookie batter, at the stove making tarts, over the bread board kneading dough. The recipe box that reminds me it’s better to listen than to talk, to laugh even when you hurt, that a good list can put everything to rights, and buttered toast cut in four makes every tummy ache feel better.

On my counter where I work every day, sits my grandmother’s recipe box. Alongside her recipes I’ve added a few of my own. She’d shake her head at me for being so sentimental. It’s just a box, she’d say, and we’d both know she was lying.

Ain't if funny how a recipe feels like a memory?
Ain’t if funny how a recipe feels like a memory?

Is there a keepsake that holds a lot of memories? Is there a specific memory from your childhood that always makes you feel loved?

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Comments (6)

  1. Anne Peterson says:
    May 6, 2013 at 8:44 am

    Lovely story Lisa. I talked about one of my keepsakes and posted it just yesterday. The post is called “Why I would sneak into my mother’s dresser.

    I love special memories that live forever.

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    1. Nancy Goldberg Levine says:
      May 7, 2013 at 4:42 pm

      Lovely post, Lisa. My grandmother didn’t write down any of her recipes, so I have to find recipes that are similar to her whiskey balls and rice pudding. As for keepsakes from my childhood, I’m finding a lot of them now that I’m having to sell my parents’ home. There’s the ceramic bluebird that my mom kept pencils in, a cedar chest in the basement, and plenty of other things that remind me of my family–and home.

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      1. Lisa Hall-Wilson says:
        May 7, 2013 at 4:50 pm

        I’m glad you have the opportunity to pick a few keepsakes. I find they encourage me and give me a sense of where I’m from.

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    2. Lisa Hall-Wilson says:
      May 7, 2013 at 4:49 pm

      Read your blog. Lovely post. Great minds think alike 😀

      Reply
  2. Jennifer Jensen (@jenjensen2) says:
    May 6, 2013 at 10:04 am

    I loved this post, Lisa. I have a number of keepsakes, including a few of my grandmother’s recipes written in her handwriting. I’ll have to think on them and post my own, but the one keepsake that always makes me smile isn’t a hand-me-down, it’s a small gift from a friend years ago. A bluebird, all lovely translucent blue glass, and she shared her father’s comment when he gave one to her: “May the bluebird of happiness fly up your nose.” (Yes, I know the alternate phrase, but this is what I like). She lives in the Kuwait now with her hubby’s job assignment, and I haven’t seen her for years. But the bird sits on my dresser, or my bathroom counter, and I smile every time I look at it. Thanks for sharing a lovely memory of yours!
    Jennifer Jensen (@jenjensen2) recently posted…This Year, May is Mine

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    1. Lisa Hall-Wilson says:
      May 7, 2013 at 4:48 pm

      She sounds like a special friend 🙂 Thanks for sharing.

      Reply

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