Love that I’ve found these photos of my gr-mothers in their kitchens – probably taken in the early 50's [and John – that’s your daddy’s grandmother with Grandmaw B.] In these pictures you can see that my family grew up without a lot of luxuries. Note that neither of them have 'running' water.
I love that you can see the bare walls in the kitchen of Grandmaw B and the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Love the curtains and the scalloped shade - As far as I know, Grandmaw B always lived in town and while I have no memories of this house I'm sure some of my older cousins do. I do remember that she always wore her hair in a little bun at the back of her neck ...
Mama M lived rural her entire life. - And I love seeing the window by the stove in her kitchen that looked out on the drive and the big cedar tree- just wish you could see the hoosier-like cabinet she had also. I can't remember them not having running water - but I DO have a vague memory of taking a bath in a big washtub in the middle of this kitchen - and memories of sharing in the happiness when Mama M finally got an inside bathroom. Seriously. And, oh my - what wonderful tea cakes she'd roll out on that side counter top.
So I thought I'd contrast these photos with the some more recent ones [ha] - here's the kitchen I grew up using - it was small and tidy with the washer and dryer sitting against one wall and the 'pantry' was the bottom right cabinet [my bi-weekly job was to put all the canned goods away in there.] We baked many a chocolate brownie and chef boyardee pizza in this kitchen - and look! There's that mixer that lost a screw while we were making divinity one Christmas -
And this kitchen is the one my boys will always remember at gr-mommie's house - this is the kitchen where they learned to make biscuit men from left-over biscuit dough and where Mama would cook THE BEST blackberry jam this side of heaven. This kitchen almost always had a pot of coffee brewing or waiting to be served.It's the kitchen that was home to Joey for most of his life. And honestly, with Mom moving into assisted living - it's leaving us all grieving a bit to let it go -- but we'll hang tight to the memories ---- and the recipe for that jam!