It was eight days ago that we got the call. My family had already gathered to see one another, to say goodbye to her and to grieve in our own ways.
Although I was able to see her a last time at the hospital, it had been a few days since she had been conscious. Even in her conscious state over the last several months, she didn’t always comprehend events or people. I was glad to have memories of my visit in November of ‘02 just before I moved to Peru when we drove up to spend Thanksgiving with my grandparents.
I remember that my grandmother always squeezed me hard when she hugged me. I remember playing word games like scrabble and boggle every time I visited, she loved those. I remember the (sort-of) funny things she used to say would made her laugh. She almost always had a smile on her face.
During this last trip to my grandfather’s house, my family gathered to say goodbye and many of us returned home with a bit of memorabilia from their home. Sure, my grandfather still lives there. There were framed pieces of cross stitch hanging on the walls, crafts she had made adorning every shelf, and games we played tucked in corners and cabinets. But, for most of the weekend, I was planted by the shelf of cookbooks.
At this point, I cannot choose just one. They are all special. Not because I have cooked and baked a million things from them. But because they were a part of my grandmother’s life. There are handwritten notes, handwritten recipes, and books passed from her mom to her. I selected some that I knew I would use and enjoy reading. Here is what is in Grandmother’s Cookbooks:
Better Homes & Gardens Pies and Cakes (c) 1969
Better Homes & Gardens Dessert Cook Book (c) 1970
Farm Journal’s Complete Pie Cookbook (c) 1965
Mrs. Beeton’s Favorite Cakes & Breads (c) 1977
Cookie Cookbook (c) 1965
The French Chef Cookbook, Julia Child (c) 1968
The Art of Making Good Cookies Plain and Fancy (c) 1963
Betty Crocker’s Cooky Carnival (c) 1957
Elmhurst Cook Book (1948) - a typed church cookbook compilation given from my great grandmother to my grandmother the first Christmas after my dad was born
Favorite Recipes from the Onawa Christian Church, Circle 3(1955) - a typed church cookbook compilation
Twentieth Century Cook Book (c) 1912 – a cookbook bought by my grandmother’s relative on September 2nd, 1914 from the 10 cent store. From this last cookbook comes a recipe appropriate to share today.
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Beautiful post. Those stacks look strikingly similar to what my mother inherited from her mother – I only hope to own them one day. There’s just something about old cookbooks with grandma’s handwriting in them, isn’t there? Food and family go so well together, it’s only natural to keep and cherish cookbooks.
Thanks Erin. ~Gretchen Noelle
So sorry for your loss. But thank you so much for sharing this, and I know your grandmother will always be there in spirit as you remember her with her treasured recipes. By the way, I always played boggle with my grandma too!
I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your special story and memories. I have always thought of my cookbooks as my old friends. Now you have your loving grandmother’s friends to get to know too. Many blessings ~LeslieMichele
my condolences for your loss
this a very nice post,
cheers from london
You’re so lucky to have this lasting legacy of your grandmother. Nothing can replace those cookbooks passed down with love from one generation to the next.
How wonderful to have your grandmother’s cookbooks. The memories of being with her will come back every time you bake from one of them.
I read this with tears in my eyes. My beloved Grandmother passed away in October and I did just what you did. I found myself planted in front of her cookbook collection last month trying to decide which books to keep. I wanted them all as they all spoke to me of this loving woman who I have such fond food memories of. The handwritten notes of “this is good, add more milk” are what I cherish most. I know the memories in those cookbooks will live on in what we cook from them just like the memories of our grandmothers will live on in our hearts. Big hugs to you.