June 2014

Preserving tradition

I still fondly remember as a child playing in my Uncle Ray Herscher’s basement in Gilman, Ill. Behind one of the doors was a room where my Aunt Lucille stored all of the foods she had canned. It seemed so big then, those rows and rows of jars filled with every color of the rainbow. […]


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Preserving tradition

I still fondly remember as a child playing in my Uncle Ray Herscher’s basement in Gilman, Ill. Behind one of the doors was a room where my Aunt Lucille stored all of the foods she had canned. It seemed so big then, those rows and rows of jars filled with every color of the rainbow. […]