Jennifer New Writes & Reads

This IS an exciting project that needs to be gathered from journals and old yellowed recipe cards,but since we barely  have any of those, we have to go on memories. Not full boxes of pictures found on the stairs leading up to the attic, or a diary by someone’s bed. There are some newspapers article and old pictures I have found on the computer. There is a book written about my dad’s side of the family that started a Town. The Village of Brownsburg. It provides some great pictures and almost complete family tree. I do believe some people were intentionally left out.

This is not only of my family, but also my husbands. And not only ours, but hopefully, some of you might add a comment with a recipe or picture of your past.

My husband’s parents took a few special trips just to find relatives they had never met and gather information from them. They laughed and talked and was warmly welcomed in to their homes. They made a video and recorded their findings in a book.

I am so excited to begin! Farm memories, last prepared meals from my  grandparents-right before my Grandma and Grandpa Brown died. Their life and death is a sweet romance (but I will share that story some other time).

Grandpa brought a bag of quail home from hunting on the farm and my grandma made the most delicious meal and my parents can still taste it. She would make the best most amazing corn-pone.  A family member would make a drink to make you feel better called Float but we do not know the ingredients for it. Grandma’s table (I love how that sounds,wish I could sit there in a dream),held not one meat and all the amazing side dishes, but usually three meats and all from the farm and homemade from scratch, not boxes with prepared foods. Homemade.

The farm held some cows,but mainly it was a chicken farm. My grandma was valedictorian and she could play the organ with no sheet music and she could listen to a song and just sit down and play it,she played for the silent movies for awhile,she was post master general. She was so sweet.

My grandpa owned a tavern,a restaurant,and a gas station that were very popular,as was him and his family. He was so giving. He would go around taking groceries to those in need and giving them money to help them along during their hard months. The hidden room that my family used for what? The quicksand,the wild white horse,hunting dogs,and on and on………………….