The long, tall pantry was the most prized room in the house. Or so I thought. Its shelves ran floor to ceiling and were filled with pots and pans, dishes, canned goods, the cookie jar, AND my grandmother’s yogurt jar. She kept live yogurt culture in a canning jar, and processed it nightly – by […]

The red cast iron water pump, with its swan-necked handle, stood on a wooden platform outside the kitchen door. And while it had long since been rendered nearly obsolete by the addition of indoor plumbing, it maintained […]

My grandmother possessed a bright grass-green thumb, and she raised a wide variety of alluring flowers. Her esteemed irises grew tall and stately along the wall of the barn, and against the lattice of the veranda – boasting blossoms of deep purple and vibrant yellow. She called them ‘flags’ – a name used by gardeners […]

The brawny red barn out back was a massive white elephant. It no longer held livestock, if it ever had. Its hollyhock trellised walls housed an automobile that never moved. And most of its treasures had been buried there, untouched, for years. But we searched it top to bottom for links to our mothers’ childhoods. […]

The apple orchard is in bloom again.
I am holding her hand.
And life goes on. […]