Saturday, October 5, 2013

Pears, A Tradition of love

by Christy Monson


I remember as a child washing, paring, and slicing fruit to dry in a shelved, screened-in chest my grandmother had made. It was rickety but serviceable as we placed it, loaded with pears, in the sun to dry the fall's harvest. When the fruit was dry, we layered the dehydrated snacks into covered tin cans and placed them in a cupboard in the basement. During the winter, I used to love to creep into the old wooden cabinet in the unfinished rock cellar to enjoy the sweets.

Through the years our family has continued this fall ritual, washing, paring and slicing summer's goodness to enjoy through the winter months. What began with my grandmother has been carried on by my mother, and now it's my turn to spearhead this tradition. Children, grandchildren, and even great grandchildren wait to enjoy the results.
This practice has come to mean much more than just preserving the fruit of the vine. Tradition and love go into every slice of sweetness.
I just sent this picture to my children. Their grandmother is dying of cancer, yet here she is still arranging the pear slices on the drying trays--truly a gift of love.

The grandchildren and great grandchildren live all over the United States. I went to the post office yesterday to mail everyone's package of pears. The little families wait for this time of year just like they anticipate Christmas. The love that comes with each parcel means much more than the fruit itself.
Family tradition? Yes. A Love gift? Yes. Nurturing family members? Absolutely.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do...but how much love we put in that action. Mother Teresa

Take a few minutes today and think of the traditions of love you are building in your family. 

I'm sure my grandmother had no idea the custom she was starting with her homemade screened in chest filled with sliced pears. It was a gift of love and continues to be so.

What gifts of love are you giving them?
Mother reading to the great grandchildren when she was well




3 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this sweet reminder of the importance of teaching our children and creating memories and traditions. I love it!

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  2. This post brings back such rich memories. I have completely fallen down on the tradition of bottling golden sunlight and the rich scents of childhood. I have exchanged my ranks of jars full of delicious orbs for the cold steeliness of tinned food, thus robbing my children of long hours of cutting fruit and storytelling while we listen for the lids to ping.

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