Handwritten recipes.
Mother, sister, aunts.
Going through them is very emotional. Not only seeing handwriting of loved ones passed, but the memories of gatherings where those dishes were served. Flood of memories from decades ago when things were so different. How I miss those women, their focus on family, their laugh, the joy they shared when having everyone gather.
The importance to them of taking pen in hand to a decorated recipe card, and filing in a pretty box what their families requested, was to hopefully pass on. Little did they know, that many years ago, cursive would be deemed useless. None can be read by adult grands and great grands. Not even the title. I kept what I wanted, not for the recipe itself, but the memory of that dish. Also found some from the church cookbook of the 60's. But that's not the way I've ever seen pierogi spelled.
Carole had six boxes of cards in addition to books and magazine snips. Yes, she loved to cook!
How do younger postal workers know what is on that envelope? Zip code alone doesn't sort by route or street. Bills and most mail is in print, but what about script or written greeting cards? Invitations? Is reading cursive required for hiring? Honestly, if looked at closely, why couldn't it be understood with a little effort? Carole's handwriting is quite scratchy, hard for even me to read.
It's a bird day.
And the trees are loaded with cardinals.
We have a third piebald, even lighter than the first, but smaller in size.
Hope you are having a good day.
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