"STRAWBERRY JAM"

WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO STEP ONE MORE TIME
THROUGH GRANDMA'S KITCHEN SCREEN DOOR,
SMELL THE AROMA OF JAM SIMMERING
AND TASTE HER HOT BISCUITS JUST ONCE MORE ?

FRESH RIPE JUICY STRAWBERRIES
PICKED IN AN OLD DENTED DISH PAN,
PICKED, INSPECTED, AND WASHED
THEN PREPARED TENDERLY READY TO CAN.

THE OLD WOOD COOK STOVE
HOT AND READY TO USE THAT JUNE DAY,
A KETTLE WAS COOKING THE BERRIES
GRANDMA WAS STIRRING - "COME ON IN" SHE'D SAY.

THE JARS WERE ALL WASHED AND CLEANED
LINED UP ON THE KITCHEN TABLE,
GRANDMA KNEW WHAT WAS GOING INSIDE
SHE NEVER MARKED OR HAD TO ADD A LABEL.

THE SUGAR HAD BEEN ADDED TO THE BERRIES
THEY HAD BEEN MASHED AND CRUSHED,
NOW THEY WERE SIMMERING ON THE STOVE
TURNED INTO NOTHING BUT RIPE RED MUSH.

I WOULD GET MYSELF A STRAIGHT BACK CHAIR
SIT AND VISIT FOR A SPELL,
LISTEN TO THE STORIES THAT GRANDMA
OFTEN ENJOYED TO SHARE AND TELL.

THE BERRIES HAD COOKED VERY SLOW
THEY WERE ALMOST READY TO CAN,
THICK AND TASTY AND ALWAYS WERE DELICIOUS
THESE STRAWBERRIES WOULD SOON BE JARS OF JAM.

THE JOB WAS OVER - THE KETTLE WAS CLEAN
FROM THE GARDEN, THESE BERRIES WERE HER VERY BEST,
PUT ON A CLEAN APRON AND SIT ON THE PORCH
WATCH FOR THE MAIL - GET SOME REST.

TO BE ABLE TO GO BACK IN TIME
VISIT GRANDMA DOING HER DAILY CHORES,
TASTE HER LEMON CAKE - EAT SOME JAM
I DO WISH I COULD DO THIS JUST ONCE MORE.

Written by: Adine Stephens Clark
May 27. 2011


I did not live very far from my Grandparents farm. We could
visit every day. Grandma always put out a big garden and
she canned berries - wild and tame and pears and apples and
made all kinds of good things. I have so many fond memories
of being there and that farm will always be a part of my very
most treasured moments.
Grandma Stephens I wrote this for you - I miss you so much.


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Author: ADINE CATHEY
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