{"id":219,"date":"2022-09-01T08:25:44","date_gmt":"2022-09-01T12:25:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/?page_id=219"},"modified":"2022-09-01T08:25:44","modified_gmt":"2022-09-01T12:25:44","slug":"applesauce","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/applesauce\/","title":{"rendered":"Applesauce"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Today, August 31, 2022 would have been the 118th birthday of my mother, Ruth Butterfield James English, born August 31, 1906. This morning I mentioned that to a friend, who then asked me how I planned to celebrate. I replied, &#8220;With a smile and by making applesauce.&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"854\" src=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-1024x854.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-221\" srcset=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-1024x854.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-300x250.jpg 300w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-768x641.jpg 768w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-1536x1282.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce-1200x1001.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/sauce.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>So I did just that, talking and laughing with Mother as I chopped, cooked, cranked, and canned, then cleaned all the big pots. We got 11 quarts, plus there was a tasty little dish of applesauce to top off a good morning and afternoon. I saved out one really nice apple to eat, visible on the counter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"879\" src=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1-1024x879.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-223\" srcset=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1-1024x879.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1-300x258.jpg 300w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1-768x659.jpg 768w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1-1200x1030.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/jars-1.jpg 1415w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I think of the gallons and gallons of applesauce Mother made over the years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"797\" src=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-1024x797.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-220\" srcset=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-1024x797.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-300x233.jpg 300w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-768x598.jpg 768w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-1536x1195.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev-1200x934.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/09\/kitchen1953-rev.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The only photo I have of Mother in a kitchen, where she spent hours at the sink and at the stove, is this one in 1953 in our then new cabin in Jackson, NH whose hand-hewn timbers came from an old shed in Topsfield, MA. By the frost on the window and the fact she is wearing boots and a sweater to stay warm, this must have been a time we were in Jackson to ski. And yes, that was an antique (1920&#8217;s or 1930&#8217;s) refrigerator, with a &#8220;bird cage&#8221; compressor on top that my parents found\/bought somewhere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, August 31, 2022 would have been the 118th birthday of my mother, Ruth Butterfield James English, born August 31, 1906. This morning I mentioned that to a friend, who then asked me how I planned to celebrate. I replied, &#8220;With a smile and by making applesauce.&#8221; So I did just that, talking and laughing &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/applesauce\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Applesauce&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-219","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=219"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":224,"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219\/revisions\/224"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eheart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=219"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}