The Tale of the Cucumbers - Part 2

As we canned our pickles yesterday I was reminded again that memories are a powerful thing. Just the smell of the garlic, dill and cucumbers was enough to get Dave reminiscing back 45 years to when his Grandma Beck canned pickles. As he shared those memories, I was taken back 40 years, remembering a picture of my own mother washing the cucumbers in preparation for the next days canning. The very jars that Megan and Aidan helped me pack full yesterday were from my own Grandmother, my Oma Klukas. I think of her everytime I can pickles in those wonderful 2 quart jars.

Those same jars were perfect for a little boy filling his own jar for the first time.

The big ones he would show us and announce, 'This is a large one" and most of those went to Megan because they didn't fit into his jar.

He packed them in just right....it was so much fun watching him do his own version of the perfect fit. He reminded me of his Auntie Heather who helped me with the pickles for years because her small hands could pack the jars far better than I ever could. And that memory reminded me of the summer that Jody was only home for 2 weeks but during that time we canned pickles together and I have wonderful pictures of two sisters having fun while they worked.
Aidan was so proud of his full jar! In fact he packed 3 of them before losing interest and going to play.
And I realized that I was making new memories with Megan and Aidan....and when we open those jars in winter and eat the pickles, we will all remember this day! Thanks for coming to help guys!