tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post4378875611329304016..comments2023-11-13T02:00:52.653+11:00Comments on life's free treats: The Smell of Childhoodmeggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-16758597404498427232010-02-24T22:56:43.853+11:002010-02-24T22:56:43.853+11:00Keep posting stuff like this i really like itKeep posting stuff like this i really like itAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-6070964058476043442010-02-19T17:25:51.585+11:002010-02-19T17:25:51.585+11:00You've brought back so many memories. My pater...You've brought back so many memories. My paternal grandparents had a storm cellar and a huge garden. The former would be filled with my grandmother's canning efforts. She used to put melted paraffin on top of her preserves and jellies and such instead of the seals with rubber rings. That would never pass muster these days, but as far as I know, no one ever got sick off her canning.Warty Mammalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07942793134631438689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-14710217254491347552010-02-18T06:26:02.557+11:002010-02-18T06:26:02.557+11:00A lovely bit of nostagia. I love making my own jam...A lovely bit of nostagia. I love making my own jam and do so regularly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-81407054060234178502010-02-17T10:57:09.827+11:002010-02-17T10:57:09.827+11:00You commented on my blog so it seemed proper to re...You commented on my blog so it seemed proper to return the favor. It's kind of a blogging obligation I think.<br /><br />All sense of obligation evaporated when I started reading. I remember that jams and jellies my grandmother used to 'can' on the farm in Oklahoma. (I never did understand the term 'can' when it was obviously Mason Jars.) Then this started a whole flood of memories -- the outhouse that I hated, the wood stove, churning butter, walking with my grandfather through the fields behind the house blithely shoving snakes out of the way with his foot.<br /><br />I enjoyed this....and will read more.<br /><br />Regards,<br /><br />JerryJerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04278403041887060649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-54914121127461404502010-02-16T23:19:34.594+11:002010-02-16T23:19:34.594+11:00I remember how my mother made jam from all kind of...I remember how my mother made jam from all kind of fruits grown in our garden.<br />I never made jam myself, maybe i've to try it sometime!corryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01527753889549800831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-12840998316815629612010-02-16T21:14:40.073+11:002010-02-16T21:14:40.073+11:00I did mean to write "oodles" rather than...I did mean to write "oodles" rather than oddles........lol.<br />We call people a bottler here in Oz also.......at least it was a common term in the country in the era I group up in.......and I am beginning to feel as old as Noah.....ozjanehttp://five-minutes-of-fame.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-70117299737240705042010-02-16T15:39:33.505+11:002010-02-16T15:39:33.505+11:00Mouth-watering memories Meggie. I remember my gran...Mouth-watering memories Meggie. I remember my grandmothers doing just the same thing - making preserves and jams, with the rubber-ringed jar lids.<br /><br />Is it still stinking hot where you are? We are melting here, too! Maybe a cool change will come sweeping through soon ... I live in hope!Jellyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05344630172173199819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-19079069840924486122010-02-15T07:30:21.989+11:002010-02-15T07:30:21.989+11:00mysweet is an obsessive jam maker, and will make i...mysweet is an obsessive jam maker, and will make it out of anything he can find... It must be red or purple to do it for me!Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211663940952195703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-32187963727086532102010-02-14T15:12:49.291+11:002010-02-14T15:12:49.291+11:00Homemade stuff, you can't really beat it eh? G...Homemade stuff, you can't really beat it eh? Great post, Meggie.The Sagittarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-35646554656544330752010-02-14T14:28:59.452+11:002010-02-14T14:28:59.452+11:00In New Zealand, men have an expression when referr...In New Zealand, men have an expression when referring to a woman they admire - with overtones of domesticity and reliability... they say "she's a bottler!".Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-51058256880383811262010-02-14T13:38:13.000+11:002010-02-14T13:38:13.000+11:00Meggie if your preserves were bottled in Australia...Meggie if your preserves were bottled in Australia you pobably used Fowlers Vacola Jars.<br />We had oddles as my Father was a diabetic from age 18 and had fruit and veg three times a day. He was a market gardener and would buy boxes of fruit from the market. We had some trees but I would rather dread coming home and seeing the fruit ready to 'be dealt with'. We had a stove top vacola sytem ...Big round container to heat them in and later and elecric one. I did bring that here but gave it and bottles away. There were a variety of sizes of bottles and the clip lips as you describe and the rubber rings which you would test before putting on. Because we did so much it was often more practical than beautiful, but I still have the stoning, peeling, coreing implements...along with the butter pats in my drawer. Must blog them one day.ozjanehttp://five-minutes-of-fame.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-51132455892432760542010-02-14T08:25:31.367+11:002010-02-14T08:25:31.367+11:00Omigoodness, you have just brought back a memory f...Omigoodness, you have just brought back a memory for me. Whenever I went to visit my grandmother in the summertime, she was always making raspberry jam. She would hug me with her big granny hugs, and she smelled like raspberry jam. Just the other day my brother said, "Whenever I think about Granny, I can smell the distinct smell of raspberry jam."<br /><br />Oh, what a lovely memory.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03382221688268676914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-54730259976789594082010-02-14T06:54:17.645+11:002010-02-14T06:54:17.645+11:00Jam! Summer! I'm LOVIN' it!! Bhu and I ...Jam! Summer! I'm LOVIN' it!! Bhu and I are furreeezin' and gonna get more snow tonight. xxoo Patty<br /><br />U iz wonderful writer, Meggie! xxoo BhuPattyskypantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17799925854647672151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-87989924223141039482010-02-13T13:05:47.162+11:002010-02-13T13:05:47.162+11:00We still hang jelly bags Meg, but on a string loop...We still hang jelly bags Meg, but on a string looped around a broom handle between the dining table and the shelf.<br /><br />I wonder how you remember that some child may have squeezed the bag...naughty!<br /><br />Smells are amazing aren't they. How can there be so many very distinct smells that are easily indentified. My sense of smell is acute.Ali Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671890094425941272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-11935074026554942662010-02-13T05:28:44.089+11:002010-02-13T05:28:44.089+11:00Such lovely images created through your text. I c...Such lovely images created through your text. I can remember making the jellies, I would upturn a chair onto the table and use the legs to suspens the muslin bad while the 'goodies' dripped into the bowl below. Rose jelly, yum a taste I haven't had for a good twenty years and a recipe I forgotten.<br />hugs - Miche'leBy Hoki Quiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00435394820448385679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-83574019384731643892010-02-13T03:32:45.599+11:002010-02-13T03:32:45.599+11:00This comment has been removed by the author.mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-82040663792501295642010-02-13T03:32:44.398+11:002010-02-13T03:32:44.398+11:00What lovely memories! I wonder what smells will st...What lovely memories! I wonder what smells will stir our children to nostalgia?mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-44687092545686980092010-02-13T03:18:09.357+11:002010-02-13T03:18:09.357+11:00Funny how just a fleeting waft of a scent can elic...Funny how just a fleeting waft of a scent can elicit memories! I think all my memories of my grandmother involve food. She had only a third grade education and never followed a recipe, but that woman could cook! I have tried to recreate dishes she made, but have never quite gotten it right. I would stand by her side and watch her cook. Her moves were effortless as she created a huge meal that would easily feed a couple dozen folk.Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-20466229471099817572010-02-13T03:15:24.919+11:002010-02-13T03:15:24.919+11:00I love blackberry jam. Robert makes it in the summ...I love blackberry jam. Robert makes it in the summer.<br /><br />http://winnowings.blogspot.com/2007/08/wild-blackberry-jam.html<br /><br />Scents bring back powerful memories.Christine Threshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07472999420963274439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-24968990171902438882010-02-13T02:46:20.797+11:002010-02-13T02:46:20.797+11:00Oooh Meggie, now you've made me hungry for som...Oooh Meggie, now you've made me hungry for some bread with jam. Your jam making memories are so wonderful -- most of us don't take the trouble to make jam anymore -- it is a very fun activity though!Thimbleannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650582809426872051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-11952416921663286712010-02-12T23:54:46.508+11:002010-02-12T23:54:46.508+11:00Jam making! It is so satisfying. I used to make bl...Jam making! It is so satisfying. I used to make blackberry jam, in the days when I lived near blackberries. Sometimes you can get the good jam at the local produce markets. Nowadays I make cumquat marmalade and quince jelly. It is not easy to rig up a jelly bag, though.persiflagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05161607100227748374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-63981335359270120582010-02-12T23:44:28.670+11:002010-02-12T23:44:28.670+11:00How your description of the jam making took me bac...How your description of the jam making took me back - like you I can see the rows of jams and bottled fruits in their Kilner jars all carefully preserved for winter along with eggs in waterglass - whatever that was!!<br /><br />Thanks for the memories.<br /><br />JaneMarigold Jamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02895195019277206960noreply@blogger.com