Eric and I went to a football game. Neither of us had done this since the kids were very small. I think the last football game for Eric was with Nathan before he was 5 years old. We had a great time , spending the whole day eating , it was Ag day, sitting in the cold and rain watching the game. However that field was a long way off for my eyes. I had to keep asking "what happened"?
This of course was my favorite part of the game, HALF TIME with the band! Nothing says Fall to me like a marching band. Life is good !
We returned home to can 2 cases of pears
2 cases of peaches.
And these are the results of our labor.
I am not sure what it is about doing things that my ancestors use to do that has a calming effect on me. Is it because we have to slow down ( canning must be done carefully so as not to poison anyone later). Or is it simply a way to identify with them, to understand a small part of what their lives were like. Do I have similar thoughts running through my head that they had when they were canning? Like" why is canning always in the hottest month of the year"?, or" I hope people enjoy eating these fruits as much as I enjoy canning them", "where did I put all those jars I bought last year" and "where am I going to store all these full jars "? Not to mention my prize of lining up all the beautiful jars and say "this is what I did today"!
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