Saturday, July 6, 2013

Ginger's Memoirs - The Jam



My mother wanted to make jams and jellies for the winter.  So, she hooked up our Ford Ferguson tractor to her small wagon and took off for the fence line where she’d seen some wild grapes growing.  She loaded the wagon up and returned home to process the grapes.  Making several jars of jam, she proudly showed my dad her efforts.  Dad started to laugh.  As soon as he managed to calm down, he informed her that she had been picking poison ivy berries and had made poison ivy jam!

My mother was in bed for a week with the worst case of poison ivy the doctor had seen in a very long time.  Since that incident, she developed an allergy to poison ivy.

The jams were thrown away.

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