Dear Grandma,
I miss you. Can you send me your stewed tomatoes recipe? I could eat your stewed tomatoes, slightly warmed up, as breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I just spent 3 hours slicing, chopping, blanching, peeling, and seeding what I thought was a large number of tomatoes. Turns out I was able to can 8 pints. P-I-N-T-S, not quarts, and it just doesn't taste the same. As a college student, the presents you sent were always coveted. We knew we would find a towel, toothpaste and toothbrush, maybe some other necessities, and a bottle or two of plum jam, maybe some fruit, and of course, stewed tomatoes. These items might actually have been worth something in a family auction, but they were too dear to us. Today I am more aware of the value of your gift. The countless hours you spent at the kitchen sink preparing food for your grandchildren. But that's who you were...evident in EVERY single letter you typed up and mailed to each one of us, every week. Your acts of service to neighbors, ward members, family members, and our Heavenly Father while working at the temple were recorded in these letters for us to learn from. I doubt you knew the eternal impact that with each journal entry lessons were being taught and lives were being shaped. Thank you, Grandma!
