I think I was born in the wrong era. I think I would have thrived in my Grandmother's era where she lived a simple life as a coal miners wife in a little town in West Virginia where she raised 8 kids (6 daughters and 2 sons. Hey! That sounds very familiar) Life wasn't easy for her as she raised her young family in a small 3 bedroom home on a coal miners meager budget. Life back then consisted of sustaining the basics in life and her life was devoted to her family.
My beautiful Grandmother Beatrice Smith Moore
Her picture sits on my dresser and as I look at her beautiful blue eyes and dark black, curly hair, I see her as a strong woman with a soft smile who has left a legacy for her posterity and somehow I feel a deep connection to her even though she passed away when I was young girl. What does this have to do with making plum jam you may wonder? Well, as I thought about where in the world I may have grown to love homemaking, ie: wearing kitchen aprons, making jam, baking bread and taking care of a large family, I think I may have inherited some of those passions and traits from her through my Mom. There are stories of her mother (Grandma Smith), who lived close by and often my Mom and her siblings would pick vegetables and fruits from her garden and then enjoy the delicious harvest of her grandmas garden by eating them on the spot with Grandpas cornbread and pinto beans. Grandma would also can what they didn't eat or made jam. I know back then gardening, canning and preserving food was more of a necessity as well as making homemade bread, but I love to do these things out of pure enjoyment!
I had the privilege a few years ago of visiting the home where my Grandma raised her 8 children in a small town of West Virginia. It was such an honor to be invited to tour the house by my Grandma's dear friend who bought the house from Grandma and still lives there. She had many stories to tell and it was amazing to see the small quarters my Mom and her 7 siblings were raised in. We then got to drive by the "remodeled version" of my Great Grandma Smiths house not too far away from Grandma's house. There were some chairs on the front porch and I could see in my minds eye my Grandma and my Great Grandma rocking in their rockers, quilting, crocheting and thoroughly enjoying family dinners and eating, talking and laughing until their hearts were content as our family enjoys doing generations later!.
Therefore, my blog post about plum jam/compote has become an ode to Grandma!
Grandma's house in Omar, West Virginia
Grandma's backyard where I can see a vegetable garden in full bloom
Great Grandma Smith's Home
I like to think this attempt of me trying to learn to crochet while rocking in a "Cracker Barrel Restaurant" rocking chair next to my mom would make my Grandma proud! :)
Finally! Plum Jam/Compote Recipe!Our church had a "Share the Harvest" last week and there was an "over abundance" of yellow plums! I hadn't planned on making any jam this summer as we've been gone for the past 2 months and we're gearing up to start school next week, but I couldn't resist taking advantage of the beautiful harvest!
I added 4 cups sugar
then stirred and turned on the burner until the plums came to a boil. I let it simmer for 10 minutes and turned it off and went to bed.
Thank you to Natasha's kitchen for sharing this recipe with me and for giving me the opportunity to remember my Grandma Moore!