As we push through the garden gate of the old homestead,
we are surprised at how much smaller things are than we remembered them,
and how much work needs to be done.
As a young girl I was "allowed" to help with the canning at my grandmother's. I thought it was a blast. As an adult, when I started to can my own veggies it was fun at first but never seemed to end....there was always a little more to do and never enough hands to help. I can understand now why my grandmother "allowed" me to help. A learning lesson and a great memory. Thanks for sharing this photo I can easily relate too!
Oh Hummer Sweetie...I love this photo. It is the BEST. I loved helping my Daddy can. He still cans today at 78 years young. He grows his own veggies and then cans them for the Winter months.I so wish I had veggies to can. I am going to try my hand at strawberry jam. Wish me luck sweetie.I still can't believe that you have 6 children and 15 grands. I have 3 children and 8 grands. How do you do it?Stop by and say hi. I so love it when you do.Country hugs sweetie...Sherry