My family friend, Mrs. Johnson, was from a coal mining town in Appalachia. It was a hard life she grew up in, and a hardworking life she had. But, as her years on this earth came near to the end and alzheimers set it, you know the memory that remained that she always talked about… canning peaches. Memories as a child sneaking into the cellar to eat the freshly canned peaches mama had tucked away.
Oh, (wo)Man. That's yummy writing! And the best retort to JD's Elegy that I've read.
Terrific story. Thank you.
Very cool, Jennifer! Thanks for sharing.
Jennifer, this is so great! I had no idea about community canning.
My family friend, Mrs. Johnson, was from a coal mining town in Appalachia. It was a hard life she grew up in, and a hardworking life she had. But, as her years on this earth came near to the end and alzheimers set it, you know the memory that remained that she always talked about… canning peaches. Memories as a child sneaking into the cellar to eat the freshly canned peaches mama had tucked away.
Love this so much, Elke! Thank you for sharing!
Stone-cold beautiful. And now I want to visit your mom and dad and that community cannery. Also, F**K JD Vance.
real description of JD Vance a Fratbilly who had a crappy upbringing from Chi and wrote an even crappier book of stereotypes