I have been blessed by the grandmothers in my life, mine and Marlin's. When we got married, we had three grandmothers and three grandfathers present. Prior to our marriage, I had spent time with two great-grandmothers and my paternal grandmother. Each of these women have played a role in creating the woman I am today.
Now that I am a grandmother, I see the world a little differently. Minor mishaps that would have upset me when caused by my children, no longer upset me. More than once I have heard my children say, "Wow! I'd have been in big trouble if I'd done that when I was little!"
And they are right. Now that I am older (and most certainly wiser), I understand that some things are not worth getting upset about. For example, if my kids asked for ice cream for breakfast, I would have refused. And if my precious grandchildren ask? Well, ice cream is a dairy product. Of course, I'm going to let them have ice cream, I'm not going to deny them food from one of the four basic food groups. (Hopefully, their parents aren't reading this entry!)
In the last few weeks, Wanda (my mother-in-law) and I have been reminiscing about family members who are no longer living. We have laughed and cried as one of us and then the other would recount a story from days gone by. Most of the stories are about "Grandma Fritz." (Marlin's paternal grandfather's nickname was "Fritz".) Grandma loved being called "Grandma Fritz."
Actually, Grandma Fritz loved almost everything and certainly everyone. Even though it's been over twenty years, I can still hear her laugh. She loved jokes and while she could rarely tell a joke in it's entirety, she loved to try. We'd always end up laughing with her as she fussed over her inability to remember an important element of the joke.
Grandma Fritz loved to cook. She was a great cook, but I learned very early in our courtship, not to sit by her at mealtime. The problem? No matter how much food you put on your plate, she didn't think it was enough and when she was supposed to dishing up food for her own plate, she'd add food to yours!
She was used to cooking large meals, she'd cooked for harvest crews in the past. She also knew how to get a meal ready for company on a moment's notice. I was always amazed at how little was left over at the end of a meal. But, if there was any food left over, it was saved for another meal. If the remaining portion was very small, someone would be coerced into eating it, but if there was no one willing to eat the last few green beans or the last chicken breast, it would be wrapped up and saved for Grandpa Fritz's next meal.
Wrapping up leftovers meant reaching into the drawer and removing a piece of previously used aluminum foil. She kept several pieces in the drawer and knew how much could be covered with each one. She'd pull out the necessary piece of aluminum foil and smooth it out before placing it over the food. When she prepared those leftovers, she'd wash the aluminum foil, fold it, and place it back in the drawer.
Nothing was wasted. Grandpa and Grandma had lived through the Great Depression and made every penny count. Nothing was thrown away if it could be reused or repurposed. Clothes were not thrown out because they were out of style or because they had a stain or flaw. (Family would cringe knowing they could afford better, but refused. I still remember Grandpa's dark brown polyester pants - decorated with snags - and his lavendar shirt splattered with stains.)
Grandma Fritz loved to feed Marlin and his cousin, Brian, when they were working at Grandpa Fritz's farm. When I could, I would join them as the food was always delicious. For almost thirty years, our favorite story about Grandma Fritz has been about a time I was not present, but I certainly wish I had been!
After working hard all morning, the guys came in for dinner (the noon meal, I have been trained to refer to it as dinner and not lunch) and they were hungry. As they washed up, Grandma described the meal she had prepared. Marlin and Brian were most anxious for dessert - Grandma had made a lemon meringue pie just for them! Grandma's meringue was always blue ribbon worthy.
Grandpa and Grandma joked and visited with Marlin and Brian during the meal. Then, Grandma went to the back porch where she had left the pie to cool. What happened next has been told and retold.
Marlin and Brian heard their grandmother swear for the first and only time. Alarmed by her tone and her choice of words, they didn't know whether to run to her or to stay put. They chose the later. Soon, Grandma came into the kitchen verbally berating a certain outdoor cat who had apparently entered the kitchen and then left before detection.
Grandma placed the lemon pie, no longer a lemon meringue pie, on the counter and began to cut generous slices for each of them. Quickly, Marlin and Brian decided they were no longer hungry. And, they were quite certain they must return to the field immediately! Before Grandma could put their pie pieces on a dessert plate, they were gone!
For years, we have laughed about that story and about how determined Grandma was to avoid wasting the pie. No one knows for sure, but we all assume that Grandma Fritz served the pie to Grandpa Fritz at every meal until the pie was gone.
I"m not sure about Brian, but Marlin is no longer fond of lemon meringue pie!
Grandma and Grandpa Fritz, and most of their generation, had eleven commandments, not ten. The eleventh being: "Thou Shalt Not Waste Food." They knew what it was like to do without food, without gas, without tires. They understood rationing in ways we don't and can't comprehend. Their generation was determined to be ready if another "Great Depression" occurred.
What about us? The Bible doesn't address wastefulness directly. There certainly isn't an eleventh commandment that didn't make the cut. But, if you read the Bible you know that God is disappointed in us each time we are wasteful. And not just with food. What about our talents? our time? our money/resources, water, electricity?
God has blessed us and we tend to take those blessings for granted. I'm guilty, and I'm pretty sure you are, too. We laugh as we recall our parents telling us not to waste food, "You better eat that. There are starving children in China (or Africa) who would love to have that food!"
As adults, we shouldn't laugh. We should ask ourselves why being a better steward is not a priority.
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