Back when the kids made me Mother’s Day cards.
While I was not in England during the Silver Jubilee (or was I? — I don’t remember) I have a few souvenirs from that event — all gifts, I think. I already blogged about the set of silver plated teaspoons. I also have two tea containers — one in use, the other was Mom’s and is in a box in the attic. I also have a pencil holder that, for years, held stickers for my students. It never held pencils. It now holds air.
My mom was an artist — not professionally, but she did have talent at drawing. I found the pencil drawing below among her things and I think it is of a neighbor. I know Mom drew (in chalk) a portrait of Marie, Jean’s older sister who died when she was around a year old. Her mom, June, gave it to me, along with a drawing of their house that Mom drew, at my Mom’s funeral.
This drawing was not in a frame, but matted (with black construction paper) and behind glass, in a box in the attic. I don’t know if she was going to give it to June and changed her mind or maybe this is not Jean at all.
What do you think? Is this Jean? I vaguely remember she had a haircut like that — and the dates match.
I’ve had these Silver Jubilee teaspoons since 1977. They were a gift to me from the Burgoynes — my British “second-family.” They are in perfect condition because I have never used them — I always think I should take them to the kitchen and actually use them for special occasions, but they are sort of impractical because they are so top-heavy (although I have never tried, I think they’d fall out of a tea cup). Besides, if I put them in the drawer that holds the teaspoons I actually use and if I actually used these, they’d end up falling in the garbage disposal, someone would turn the disposal on and then their perfection would be gone.
In 1977 the Queen had only been on the throne for 25 years — but it was more than a lifetime for me. Today she’s been on the throne for over 65 years, still over a lifetime for me, but it seems different somehow.
When I received them, I planned on using them but my life has turned out so differently than I’d expected it would in 1977 that it is okay that I keep them in my attic, admiring them only when I happen upon them now and then.
But if I use them, I’ll let you know.
Here’s a handwritten (Mom’s handwriting) recipe for “Meatballs”
- 2 lbs. hamburger
- 1 pkg. dry onion soup mix
- 2 eggs
- 1 cup breadcrumbs
- 1 bottle chili sauce
- 1 can cranberry sauce
- 16 oz. sauerkraut
- 1 c. brown sugar
Pour over top. Bake 1.5 hours at 350.
It is probably pretty good — but very sweet.
In a bag of recipes, some handwritten, some clipped from newspapers or magazines, I found six that were clipped from the Free Press newspaper.
None of them look very healthy and only a few look appetizing.
I might actually make this recipe — it doesn’t look too bad.
I’d call this recipe “Spanish Rice” instead of “Italian Rice.” I might make it because Dean likes Spanish Rice.
This recipe confuses me. Why would you take a small can of pork and beans, add over 4 times as much liquid and a tiny amount of onion? How can this be in any way tasty? I think I will pass on this one.
I hate to admit that this sounds kind of tasty too. But unhealthy! I might try it if we host a 1970 themed party sometime.
I might make these too. Just for “old time’s sake.”