I loved her from the moment I met her. Lois is at once kind, humble and sweet, yet also tough, strong and wise. At 84 and recently widowed, she is grieving. Her eyes will redden and rim with tears at inexplicable moments; you can’t live and love for more than 60 years with a good man and not have every aspect of life upended when he is gone. And yet, at a time when some people would succumb to self-pity, give up or give in, shy away from others or shrivel up in bitterness, Lois actively engages in life and in her work, seeking out opportunities to enrich the lives of others.
I know, because she has enriched my life.
The first time I met Lois, I came home and told my husband, “When I grow up, I want to be just like her.” She made me lunch that day. Everything was homemade: from sweet grape juice, to savoury casseroles, to buttermilk pie that melted in my mouth. And the pickles! I had never tasted such delicious pickles, and said so. When I left, she gifted me a jar of them. My family devoured them in one sitting. So the next time I saw Lois, I asked for her pickle recipe, and vowed to try my hand at pickle-making when the season came around.
Cucumber season came around a couple of weeks ago, and as I harvested a few tasty ones from my small garden I thought about pickles. I told myself I should get out and purchase the supplies I would need. I should visit a farmer’s market and buy the pickling cucumbers and the dill. But I can be a world-class procrastinator when I’m afraid or intimidated, and with only limited canning experience, the prospect of making pickles felt like an enormous hurdle.
Hearing of my stalling tactics, Lois took pity and said she would gladly mentor me through the process. And so it was that early yesterday I found myself touring her impressive flower and vegetable gardens as she wielded a spade, digging up the fresh garlic we would need.
Standing in her kitchen, sterilizing jars, scrubbing and trimming cucumbers, she told me stories from her life, and of lessons she’s learned. When at one point I commented on her impressive gardening, culinary and home-making skills she reminded me, with a story from her childhood, how she’d learned that we’re all given gifts, and it’s our duty to steward those gifts to the best of our ability.
Then, because it seems she will not receive a compliment without giving one in return, she said, “I couldn’t ever go to Africa and write a book.“
We worked from 9:00 a.m. until 6:00 p.m. You can see some of the fruits of our efforts above. (The photo at the top of the page shows dill and bread-and-butter pickles, the one immediately above – sweet pickles and relish).
At the end of our day, I thanked Lois for her generosity and labour. I told her she’d given me a gift that would last throughout the year – and maybe even for generations to come.
“A labour of love,” she clarified with a hug, and a smile.
At lunch time today, my 20-year-old daughter sampled some of the relish.
“Mmmmm …” she murmured, licking the spoon. “How do you make relish, mom?”
“I’ll show you next year,” I promised. “We’ll make it together.”
“Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”
– Henry Van Dyke
14 thoughts on “Of pickles, procrastination and promises”
My goodness Patti. You have a way with words that go straight to the heart. I loved that story and love you more..:)
Jenna will learn from you that love you have and the gifts will be passed on for generations.
Thank you for sharing. Next time we get together I want some pickles..:)
Ah, thank you, Moussa! Thank you for taking the time to read, and to respond. I love you back – and yes – we will have pickles!
How wonderful! Thanks for sharing. As always lovely read 🙂 Enjoy!
Thank you for visiting and reading, Joanna! I will bring some pickles to our next gathering! 🙂
A story so well written that I can practically TASTE those pickles!
Thanks for sharing ….And thanks to Lois for demonstrating true Christian love even in the face of the deep loss she is experiencing.
Lois is a wonder, Nancy. I know you share my admiration. Thanks for visiting and reading. A tribute shared is a greater tribute.
What a sweet, tender story! I felt like I was there with you in Lois’s kitchen – so many gifts in this. Pickles, Lois, and your words…thank you for sharing!
I am honoured that you would stop by and read, Margaret. Thank you – for your time and for your kind words.
Patricia thank you for sharing the lovely time that you had with Lois. She is an inspiration, with her wisdom and love shining through regardless. Sometimes we bless people the most with the skills we take for granted…like making pickles.
Ah, thank YOU for reading, Ruth! And I think you are right – that it is the skills we take for granted that sometimes have the power to provide the biggest blessing!
Thank you, Patricia. I hear you on “I want to be like her.” I’ve had older clients I so admired and knowing them encouraged me about growing older. I could see the possibilities of a life well lived and full of grace and care.
Thank you, dear Krysia – for reading. It’s an honour to know you have, for you too, are one of those women who lives life full of grace and care.