Those hands have been peeling peaches for 75 years! My grandma was one of ten brothers and sisters who grew up on a farm in Northeastern Indiana. This time of year, they would get up to seven bushels of peaches at a time, and the five girls would sit on the front porch and peel them for canning, to put up for the winter. In the summer months, my great-grandma, Margaret Beck, would do all of the baking in the morning on a cook stove. On special days, she would bake pie. She used giant pie tins and always made at least two at a time. My grandma came to stay with my mom this week, the first week for peaches in our area. I visited one day after work and spent time with her in the kitchen. That night I sat at the table with my mom and grandma and ate peach pie off of my great-grandma’s dish.
14 thoughts on “peachy pie memories”
I love that pie server!
wittle handle! I will try and find you one.
glad you like the post! had a notion to title it the 2011 Margaret Summit. ha.
The silver pie server came from a southern plantation in Georgia.
fitting for peach pie, ‘eh?
aym, these photos are amazing. to be cherished in years to come. so great!
thanks! they are special to me.
Great photos, Amy! How did the plate get so chipped – I don’t remember that…what pattern is it, Margaret?
the pattern is Canova transferware, and Mom thinks it was chipped 100 years ago!
LOVING your blog (photos and stories). And I LOVE peach pie…especially my grandma’s!
thanks! I didn’t know you had a blog! it is now on my link page!! grandma’s do it best, don’t they? pretty sure one day you will be an amazing grandma, too!!
my sentiment exactly!!