There’s nothing better than Plum Pudding for Christmas!

For some reason lately, maybe because of the summer heat here in Arizona, I’ve been thinking about plum pudding.  That, of course, reminds me of Christmas, and that reminds me of my maternal grandmother who lived in Minnesota up until her home going at the age of 85.  She made the most delicious plum puddings from scratch (I have the recipe) and sent them as gifts to all her family and close friends at Christmastime, wrapped in cellophane and aluminum foil, topped with a big red bow!  For those of you who have never had the pleasure of eating steamed plum pudding, you have missed out on a wonderful treat!  But more importantly, I would suppose that you missed out on a bit of heritage as well.  Much like the Cratchet family in the movie A Christmas Carol enjoyed their Christmas pudding, so we enjoyed Mom’s turkey dinner with all the trimmings and Grandma’s plum pudding  for dessert!  So delicious and so very — English!  Yummmmm!!

Although we lived far apart, she in Minnesota and my family in either Montana, Idaho or California, she would come to stay with us for a month or two at a time every couple of years and spend much of her time helping Mom with various cooking, canning, sewing, or other projects (darning socks was a big one, I remember, and other types of mending).

Occasionally we would travel so that Grandma would get to visit places she ordinarily wouldn’t be able to see.

Where’s the food??

To name just a few:  Yellowstone Park, where the bears stuck their noses into our open car window that Grandma had forgotten to close in time; San Francisco and a ride on a trolley she’d never forget, and, I believe, a trip to Arco, Idaho where the first nuclear reactor was built and we toured the Crater of the Moon National Park and Monument near there as well.  (That was quite a peculiar place!)  Her “exploits” would inevitably wind up in the small local newspaper upon her return after she shared from her trip’s journal, diary if you will, with a friend from the paper.  (Obviously, they didn’t have a lot going on in that town!)

Once in awhile, Grandma had projects of her own that took up some of the rest of her time, such as making doll clothes for my dolls, or a crocheted dress and beret for my first day of school as a 6 year old.

The Beautiful Dress I Hated

(Truth be told, I absolutely hated that dress, but she and Mom were so proud of it so I told her “thank you” and “I really like it”, and never wore it again after that day.)  I sorta felt bad that I just didn’t like it at all, but at the same time I appreciated her efforts and the time she must have put into making that dress.  She loved me enough to spend the  energy on it and that makes up for how bad I looked in it.

I always loved those times when Grandma visited.  She wasn’t the get-down-on-the-floor-and-play-dolls-or-games type of person, but she was a good soul and wise, a good cook, and I just liked having her around.  And, she just happened to be there at one of the scariest times of my life to diagnose some symptoms I was having at the ripe old age of 11….I was becoming a woman!  I had totally forgotten the booklets I’d received from Mom 2 years earlier that explained this would be happening to my body soon, but when the diagnosis became known, I remembered and read them again!  Not to belabor the point, but at those confusing times, it’s not only nice to have your mom around, but having an understanding and experienced Grandma handy is awfully nice too!

I wish now I had been able to spend more time with her.  She taught me to love Postum, a non caffeinated, grain based hot drink.  Smells divine when brewing on the stove!!!  She made do with little and made it seem like so much.  She was a proper and mannerly woman and had the respect and admiration of pretty much everyone in her small community.  It’s a shame that we are missing so much goodness that has now been replaced by these violent and vulgar times.

As I considered my heritage, having been adopted into a wonderful family, I was reminded of an incredible Scripture that tells us of our heritage in God.  Not only are we adopted by Him into His family, but all that is His is now ours!  Amazing!

“But no weapon that is formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment you shall show to be in the wrong.  This [peace, righteousness, security, triumph over opposition] is the heritage of the servants of the Lord [those in whom the ideal Servant of the Lord is reporduced]; this is the righteousness or the vindication which they obtain from Me [this is that which I impart to them as their justification], says the Lord.”   Isaiah 54:17  The Amplified Version

What is your heritage?  What heritage are we leaving for our children?  Be encouraged to look to Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith, to help us leave a heritage that will bless the  generations that follow us!