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Home Canning
There was no store to run to
On the corner down the block;
Once we began our canning,
We'd work around the clock.
In the huge old farmhouse kitchen
With its spicy, fragrant air
From great preserving kettles
Of strawberry, peach, and pear.
Sis washed half gallon fruit jars,
'Cause she had the smallest hands;
I never knew why glass jars
Were spoken of as cans.
Grandmother chose crabapples
That were uniform in size,
And every year at the county fair
Her pickles won first prize.
When all the jars were full at last,
To the cellar I would carry
What seemed to me a thousand quarts--
Every kind of fruit and berry,
Tart, tangy, red tomatoes,
Juice, jam, and jellies, too,
Marmalades so clear and sweet--
Just to name a very few.
The cellar shelves were laden
With our whole year's supply
Of all the good, delicious things
Which we never had to buy.
By Lawrence J. Watters
6423 BERWYN AVE.
GARDEN CITY, MICHIGAN
SING-A-SONG POSTAL POEM NO. 27.
COPR-, 1957
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