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Pat, I would love to have some of your Mama's blackberry jam on a piece of toast. I'm sure it was the best jam anywhere. I've always loved jam. I would pick jam over jelly any day of the week. Now that I've read this post I have to go in search of some blackberry jam. I just wrote it on my grocery list. I hope you have a wonderful day. We are going to have a warm day in the city which I'm thankful for in February.
posted by
Goldiec
on February 8, 2024 at 3:34 AM
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You make me think of My darling Mother. She was uncanny in somehow knowing exactly where to find wild mushrooms and just when we should collect them. She knew where and when to pick blackberries [in a small wood]
posted by
Kabu
on February 7, 2024 at 10:33 AM
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Good afternoon
I want to go to this place that you describe as being as close to heaven as humanly possible. I used to go berry picking in Oregon when I was a teenager. John did it here in Pennsylvania when he was a kid. He would sell the quarts of blackberries that he picked to his neighbor ladies so that they could make pies, jam, and cobbler. They would later invite him back to enjoy a piece of his labor. 
posted by
Sherri_G
on February 7, 2024 at 9:07 AM
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Pat
What a beautiful picture of young life in days gone bye. I loved the times I lived in back then.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 7, 2024 at 7:50 AM
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