Archive for July, 2017

Good help is not so hard to find… Jelly 101

Out in my yard is a ‘blueberry tree’, every year we get plenty of berries to keep the family and some select friends happy.

We have been picking for a week or so and have over a gallon in the fridge.

I called out for help this morning and my grand-daughter-in-law and 3 of the greats arrived about 7:30, ready for work.

Giving the berries one last rinse, the 4 & 5 year olds measured the needed 4.5 cups into a bowl. Seven year old carefully measured sugar into another bowl.

The berries were poured into a stainless steel pan and the three took turns mashing them with a spoon or their hands. (This step requires LOTS of handwashing.)

With careful supervision, 1.3 cup of lemon juice and a box of Sure-jel goes in the pan. Then it is Grand-daughter’s turn, stirring and heating to a boil. While this is going on, the younger three help prepare the half  and quarter pint jars for the finished product.


When the rolling boil is reached, the sugar is dumped in, stirred some more and allowed to boil hard for 1 minute.

Over on the table, jars sit ready and Mom fills them, each child takes a turn handing over a flat and ring for sealing. We had 7 jars, so each got two turns and I had to hand one.


As the jars were placed in the boiling water bath, kids armed with spoons, scraper, and the ‘jelly dipper’, scraped the remains from the pan.

It was a good morning!IMG_0197IMG_0198IMG_0199IMG_0205

a long, long trail

Seems like forever since I attempted to write a blog post.

Auto-immune diseases will do that to you. No matter how ‘good’ you feel at the start of a day, by mid-day often your body is ready to make you stop. It is worn out from both inside and out.  Some days walking, even with my cane is more effort than I can handle by afternoon.

At this moment,  I have started a new to me medication which seems to be holding exhaustion and a lot of pain at bay.

Yesterday, Hubby and a grandson were going on a trip to get some parts for the truck. Hubby lured me along with the promise of “I’ll buy you dinner.”

It was a red letter, or perhaps a red mill day. As we passed a sign for Dillard Mill State Historic Site, I mentioned I would like to see it, and we turned in for the short drive to the area.

A nice worker, led us in to see the mill by vehicle instead of the walking path most folks use.