A tin box, a journal, a legacy perhaps

I just finished Katherine Howe's The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane.  Its about a History Ph.D. student whose finds a series of clues leading her in search of a family recipe book of sorts.  She realizes that Deliverance lived in the times of the Salem Witch Trials and that this recipe book (also referred to as an almanck) documents the recipes and directions of a practicing cunning woman/witch.  I really enjoyed it, especially because the story was based off real women tried in 1692.

It made me think about my own record of my experiences.  Ever since watching Ghostworld--the movie in 2001, I began journaling and drawing in sketchbooks, journals, diaries, whathaveyou.  Some are much more embarrassing and revealing than others, but at this point of my life, I probably have 20 or so notebooks filled to the brim.  

When my Grandma Sue died in 1999, she left behind a legacy of hospitality and generousity, but also, she left me with the knowledge of crochet and a tin box of recipe cards.  When Bach contracted alzheimer's disease and moved out of her apartment, she too left behind a tin box of recipes.  In it contained a few recipes, most of them cut out from old Woman's Day magazines.  But there was one handwritten card that I cherish.  It is for apple cake.  It was the one thing that I remember Bach making from stratch.  Light and fluffy, full of love.  We would stand in the kitchen and peel and core dozens of apples.  Perhaps what I loved most about the story of Deliverance is that I relate closely with the idea that the women in your family try so hard to pass down their particular legacy.   

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