I can’t help but think of my Gramma Pete when I look at a jar of grape jelly. She came frequently with my folks to visit us and she would always bring a jar of grape jelly with her. Now mind you this was not a small jar of jelly, but one of those gigantic family sizes. There were only 4 of us so it’s not like we would go through a ton of it. It wasn’t my favorite type of jelly and I’m not really sure if it was Jon’s, Justin’s or Brett’s favorite. I never really understood what she was thinking- did we not have grape jelly in our stores in MI or IL, did we need to stock up in case of something, maybe it was a stocking up thing left over from her being a single mom during the depression? But, we always knew when gram was coming to visit there would be a jar of grape jelly coming along with her.
Now I must confess. We always had a good chuckle. I think I remember my mom and the boys rolling their eyes when she pulled it out of the sack and put it on the kitchen counter. I think I probably even took more than several jars to our church’s food pantry. But, it was gramma bringing it. We all absolutely loved and adored her and in my eyes, even as an adult, she could do nothing wrong. I idolized her and as many granddaughters do, I had a very special relationship with her my entire life (I pray for the same relationship with our granddaughters). She was a gem!! So it was okay that she brought it and we graciously ooohed and aahhed over it and thanked her for it.
Here’s my confession- I always said as I get older I want to be just like my gramma Pete and I must confess the apple did not fall far from the tree. I find myself taking on our visits to them what our sons and daughter-in-laws and probably our 8 y.o. granddaughter find totally absurd and useless questioning “why did gramma bring this”? Thank goodness I still have a few years with our 2 y.o. granddaughter before she starts wondering. I know there are eyes rolled and chuckles being had. But, I understand now why she might have brought that grape jelly from the junk store at the corner. She loved us endlessly, she wanted to bring us something we could use, she must remember how much I loved my PB & J toast when I would stay overnight and it was her way of showing how much we all meant to her, and just in case there was no grape jelly to be had in IL and MI we would at least have some. So to our sons, daughter-in-laws and granddaughters remember I didn’t fall far from the Gramma Pete tree!
We were blessed to have her in our lives well into our sons high school years! So Gramma Pete from all of us… Here’s to you…. I’m sorry it isn’t Welch’s. I can’t look at a jar of grape jelly without thinking of you!