Today I was going through a box of my grandmother's old recipe collection. As I was looking through the cardboard box full of newspaper clipped recipes, books, notepaper, and cards I realized, my grandmother must have liked cooking. She must have always been looking for better recipes and new things to try to have such a large collection. This is an interest that we share and it is fun to realize that we have something in common. I didn't know my grandmother very well, although she died when I was seventeen and old enough for that kind of relationship. She was always very quiet and solemnly attended to her duties as wife, mother, and grandmother. It's peculiar how you can get to know a person better just by rifling through some of her old private things.
I know Grandma was always very well kempt, and she was very particular about her appearance. She always looked perfect and smelled freshly perfumed. ( I have a bottle of perfume that she used to wear, but she wore many scents over the years.) One particular perfume she wore was my favorite, but I never found out what it was. It made her smell like peaches and cream. Grandma had a soft cheek that was comforting when she gave me hugs, and it was all the sweeter when it was wet with tears. She was most always pleasant, but when she was angry you knew it, although she said very little. My grandmother always waited on her family hand and foot and never complained about it. She was a good cook and very precise about it too. No matter what she was cooking or baking, she always used a knife to measure to exactness. She was an old fashioned lady and loved her family with all her heart.
I have heard so many interesting stories about my grandmother. She worked at a candy store once and has been known to make some of the best candy there is. Now, I have her recipes and I intend to do justice by them. I plan to break out her candy recipes and try them all, and then I will teach my daughters in their turn, to make candy like their great grandmother.
Among the recipes and cook books in that dusty box I also found this:
"A clean kitchen is a good feeling." That is just my sentiment. Having a clean organized kitchen and home makes me feel good. It makes me feel successful and comfortable when all is in it place and has an appearance of newness.
Those were the good old values when a woman's work was clear to her. She knew she was too make her home comfortable and comely, to be frugal and resourceful, to be cheerful and supportive, and to nurture the children and bring them up respectably while caring for her own appearance. That's the kind of woman my grandmother was, and my mother is, and that's the kind of woman I want to be. It's easy to become distracted from priorities these days. Living expenses are so high that a family needs two incomes just to get by. Then there are the fashions and fads of outside influences; telling every woman, they must appear a certain way, and they must not be overshadowed by their husband's successes or in caring for children. All the time feeling torn about not having time for household responsibilities or the upbringing of children. It's a good time to look to my heritage at the successful women of my family. The mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers and other great women I have known in my life who have shed the demands of the outside world. To be comely instead of trendy, to be responsible instead of spontaneous, to be frugal instead of impulsive, to be a mother and wife instead of popular. It is a sacrifice, but the best things in life always require a sacrifice and are always worth it.
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Sister Margaret D. Nadauld's talk she gave in 2000 entitled The Joy of Womanhood, she said, "Daughters of God know that it is the nurturing nature of women that can bring everlasting blessings, and they live to cultivate this divine attribute. Surely when a woman reverences motherhood, her children will arise up and call her blessed (see Prov. 31:28).
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." This was one of the last talks I heard as a Young Woman before beginning Relief Society. I remember feeling so inspired to a nobler cause of the kind of woman I wanted to become. Years later after trudging thickly through modern influences I find I still have the same priorities as I did then, and now is the time to put them into practice. How exciting!