Down Thru The Generations

My daughter Kate called me up the other day saying she needed to make some pumpkin pies for a dinner they were having at the newspaper where she works on campus. Not only did that make me happy that she wanted to learn but it got me thinking. My mom tells the story of when she learned to make pie crust.

She wanted to be able to make good, flaky pie crust so she took the ingredients and went to her grandma who had had a pie shop in Indianapolis many years before. They made batch after batch of pie crust until she could make it like her grandma.

When I was a teenager, she decided it was time for me to also learn the long lost art of flaky goodness. So I learned, much to the delight of my pie loving husband, and now it is time for me to pass on years of experience down to my oldest daughter.

It makes me happy that I am in a long line of pie makers, and it also makes me happy to think that my great grandma is looking down and smiling because her skills, knowledge and love of a good pie have been passed on many years after she has been gone. My youngest daughter Jordan watches and tries to help, so one day I will teach her like I did her big sister and many years from now maybe they both will teach their own daughters and they in turn will teach theirs and on and on.

Not only did Kate's crust turn out great, but the filling did too. She had rave reviews from her coworkers, they couldn't believe she made them from scratch.
The tradition continues.