Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Value of an Egg

 Grandma married a handsome farmer and was very happy about her good fortune. Her brothers were not pleased to have her marry and leave their home. Their mother had died when she was ten and Grandma was well practiced as a homemaker long before she set up her own home. 
Click on Remember to get a glimpse into her girlhood.
Grandma worked hard and was proud of it. She was working on a better life for her family.
She raised chickens, and carefully squirreled away the money she earned selling eggs.
What is the value of an egg? Cheap and precious, eggs were sold for pennies, but provided nutrition that was an essential part of the GriggsDakota diet. Pregnant mothers were given extra egg yolks as a nutritional boost to their unborn baby. Hard boiled egg yolks were one of the first solid foods given to a young child. Whole boiled eggs were chopped finely and sprinkled onto a piece of old newspaper as the first food of hatching chicks.
Grandma saved money from selling eggs and invested it in beauty. Fostoria glassware was purchased and prized. 
She bought it at Ringstad's store. The store owner, Thor, called it "itched glass." 
After their family was grown and their hard work was paying off, Grandpa and Grandma built a new house. Modest by today's standards, it was Grandma's castle.
To her family, the sparkling beauty of the etched Fostoria was the sign of a special occasion.
She entertained us in that house and served her family for as long as she was able.
I think about those dishes and her love of beauty nearly every time that I boil an egg.
We watched her once strong body turn frail as she became a great great grandmother.
I saw the sun setting,
 but she saw the moon rising.
She moved to the nursing home, where she befriended young staff members. She listened to their stories and doled out advice on the subjects she knew best: home and family. She gave them small gifts and offered the egg yolks from her breakfast plate to anyone who was noticeably pregnant. Those women will never forget her.
And somewhere Grandma Esther is smiling.

1 comment:

  1. Oh thank you thank you for this Mom. Lots of tears streaming down my fact. Beautiful tribute to Grandma Grandma...as I always called. her.

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