You never know what treasures you’ll find among the trash when you begin to clean out clutter. I’m sure the reason most of us have clutter is that we think too many things are treasures. Marie Kondo is making sure we know how to see the difference. But when we clean out an incapacitated or deceased relative’s home, we don’t have the luxury of choosing what is saved. We only have the opportunity to discover treasures among the trash.
Every month or two I spend a couple of days in my 98-year-old cousin’s house cleaning out the compilation of trash and treasure that includes: bank records from 1972, unopened mail from 1987, family photos from 1896, report cards from 1910, a wedding invitation from 1919, and a baby book from 1920. Because these items are mixed in with junk mail, decaying candy, promotional products, and wadded Kleenex, it is an arduous and sometimes icky process. I love it when I find some treasure that makes the effort worth it!
Recently, I’ve been working my way through the den toward the kitchen. Kitchens have the best variety of memorabilia. A few years ago, I discovered my grandmother’s ceramic green pepper spoon rest in my mom’s kitchen. I was thrilled. Now it’s on my counter by the stove. I love that visual reminder of my grandmother.
I also love finding old recipe cards. Not only do they give me a chance to prepare my favorite family dishes, there’s something charming about the varying shapes, sizes, and legibility of old recipes. Some assume you are extremely knowledgable about cooking techniques. Some have an ingredient list. Some do not. Many are spattered with remnants of food. Some are in handwriting I recognize. Some have clearly been handled more than others.
This look into the past seems more enticing to me than an old photograph or a tarnished silver service. Perhaps it’s because the recipes are a living memory. They can be created again and again. They can be shared with generation after generation along with stories of previous times they were enjoyed! If you think your kids don’t appreciate those stories, tell them to your grandkids.
At 2-and-a-half, JD loves any story about my experiences; he asks me to repeat them over and over. He never tires of hearing the details again and again. Adding food into the mix creates an indelible experience that he will no doubt share with his children and grandchildren. The recipe cards may not be preserved, but hopefully the recipes will find their way into his heart and his smart appliances or voice-activated replicator or whatever generates food in 2077.
Experimenting with unfamiliar flavor combinations is fun for me, but when I’m tired and hungry or it’s my birthday I’ll take my grandmother’s beef and noodles and a lemon meringue pie any day. Throw in some fresh green beans with new potatoes and I can smell the dirt from the garden when I helped my grandmother dig potatoes. These memories bring with them a sense of belonging to my family and to the earth. I had a place and a purpose.
Such simple things can have a large and lasting effect. In this era of disconnection and short attention spans, we are often lacking a feeling of belonging and purpose. If you can provide that for your family by sharing the stories and food that you loved, is time spent in the garden or the kitchen worth it? I think so! I know time spent connecting is.
Disclosure of Material Connection: I have not received any compensation for writing this post. I have no material connection to the brands, products, or services that I have mentioned. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”