Hi my name is Sarah. I am a Great-Grandmother and what you might call the American Homemaker. Today homemakers have decided this term is unfitting for whom they are. Facts being I am 76 years old and that is what I am. A California girl born and raised but the years spent on that little farm in Roby Texas had a major impact on my life. From the time of my birth we spent all our summer months on the farm with my Grandma Simpson. My Mother would pack us up after my two  brother’s school year finished and off we went to Texas. We helped my Grandma canning her winter foods and storing the  jars in the food cellar, My two brothers’ worked with my Grandpa bring in the cotton crops, milking cows, and fixing up the old farmhouse for winter.

 So you say who cares what does this have to do with food and cooking. It has a lot to do with foods and what we eat and how we prepare them. My Great Great-Grandpa born in Ireland in 1829. In 1845 the year of the Great Potato Famine Ireland nearly starved and the death toll was in the thousand. His family migrated to Scotland in 1846. In 1849 he met his wife and married in 1850. My Great Great-Grandfather was a potato farmer.  This was in his blood working the land and raising crops. In 1851 he leaves Scotland to migrate to the United States with his new wife.  He hears land is plenty and for the taking and to a farmer this is where he wanted to be.

 The first years were hard in America for my Great Great-Grandfather being of Irish decent. The American dream he heard so much was not what he found. They arrived in New York on steamship and when getting off the boat all he saw was thousands of people and building. No land to be seen for farming.  Finally in 1853 he left for Texas to settle in Roby County. The land was barren but to my Great Great-Grandfather this was where he wanted to be. The piece of  land he choose to build his home on was where the Indians came to winter. He knew this would be the perfect spot for his new home and life in America. He set out digging a well for water and building the home for him and my Great Great-Grandma. There they lived the rest of their lives having 13 children. My Great Great-Grandpa was a cotton farmer working  his land in Roby Texas. This was the American he had dreamed of since leaving Ireland.

 My Great Great-Grandpa passed away in 1904 an Irish immigrant who had found his American dream in Roby Texas. He was 75. In 1933 at the age of 101 my Great Great-Grandma dies. My Great-Grandfather born in 1856 and lived his entire life on the farm. In 1874 he married my Great Grandma and in 1879 my Grandpa also was born on the farm. In 1887 he married my Grandma and my Mom born on the farm in 1901.

Seems the women in the family have longer lives on the farm than do their men. My Great Great-Grandma died in 1933 at the age of 101. She had 13 children all born and raised on the farm. My Great Grandma marries their eldest son and lives on the farm. She died in 1948 at the age of 92. My Grandma married her oldest son and lived on the farm until 1979 when she died at the age of 92. My Mom left the farm in 1916 when Grandma sent her to Colorado to school. She said that she didn’t want another one of her daughters’ marrying a Texas Farm boy. In 1918 she meets my Father and married on her 18th birthday in 1919.

 My Father was a Russian immigrant sent to the United States in 1886 when his Father was killed in Russia. His Mother could not take care of the three children so she put my Father on a steamship headed for Ellis Island.  He arrived in America at the age of 9.  My Father joined the Army in 1894 just four years before the Spanish American War which he fought in. In joining the Army my father received his American Citizenship after 1898  for his participation in the war efforts. My Father spent 12 years in China  from 1902 to 1914. He was order back to Americain in 1914  for World War 1. In 1916 my Father was sent to Europe to fight the war. In 1918 when the war ended my Father was  brought  home and given a honorable discharge from the Army. My Father served his new county for 24 years. In his travels after his military duty he passed through Colorado where he met my Mom.  In 1919 they married and set up house in New York. In 1920 my eldest brother born in New York. Right after my brothers’ birth my Father moved his new family to Michigan  and year my brothr was born. In 1922 my Father decided to sell everything and pack his family up and move to San Francisco.  My Mother was forced to travel on motorcycle from Michigan to San Francisco with two small children in a side car. She only had enough clothes for the 4 of them, a tent and some cooking  pots that she was allowed to take. My Father said he had no idea where they would go but he wanted to live near the ocean.

 In 1933  my Father sold his Tobacco store in San Francisco. Again he moved his family further south arriving in San Diego. He said that San Francisco weather did not agree with him. He wanted a warmer place to live. In 1935 I was born in San Diego and this is where my Mother settled. She died in 1997 at the age of 96. I lost my Father in 1947 at the age of 70. My eldest brother was  lost during World War II in 1945. They never found the remains of the submarine he was on.

 When growing up my summers were spent on the farm in Roby Texas. Over the years  the  little farmhouse never changed. No indoor bathroom and the only water was drawn from the well using a spike pump. Baths were taken in a large medal wash tub used for laundry and bathing.  My Great Grandma loved her wood burning stove to cook on. When she passed away my Grandma finally bought a new gas range. My Grandfather finally put in electricity in 1947  just before he died.

 My Grandma taught me  that food is essential for your health and well-being. Grandma learned from her husbands’ Mother how to prepare food for her illness. She never saw a doctor in her life. Each time I was on the ranch she would go through all types of natural food that you find in the markets and explain to me what they were good for. She said that herbs, teas, fruits, and nuts all have a natural healing if you know how to use them. She explained the land she lives on where the Indian came to winter had the secrets of  health and life. That stone-ground corn to make your breads and to eat held all the essential nutrients needed for your life.

 I am here to share with you these secrets and explain foods used in healing and neutering your body. I have special homemade recipes that Grandma used to cook handed down through the family over the years. Before my Mothers’ passing; I use to sit and pick her brain for all that she had learned growing up on the farm. I figured it was because of her teaching that she lived till she was 96. She never suffered from illness until late in life. Finally her heart gave out on her in her sleep. Her body was strong but after 96 years her heart said it was through and stopped working.

 Please follow me though this journey of  foods and health. I am 76 years old now and if I do not share with someone the knowledge I have gained over the years I feel it will be gone forever. I am not here to sell you some fancy diet or post here wonderful pictured of  foods that you can cook. I am here to tell you how sugar effects your body,  how fat forms inside you, what you can cook that is  healthier for you than popping something into the microwave that comes in a box. Cooking does not take that much time to prepare a good meal and it is so much better for you than buying all your foods in cans and boxes.

 Today with the price of food we need to look at a better way to eat that is more economic and healthier for us. That is why I am here. Excuse me for not having the most wonderful food cooking blog on the Internet today but what you will learn and gain from me will make up for this. I have a series of 19 cookbooks that I am preparing based on what my Mother found in Texas. An old shoe box or should I say boxes upon boxes filled with recipes and articles that Grandma used when cooking. I am no wizard on computers and do not understand all there is about the Internet. I just had an idea and my daughter helped me make it come true.

 I look forward to sharing with you my wisdom on cooking,  food, health, and housekeeping. I have kept the cookbooks recipes written the same as I found them and have used them as they are. I will not post wonderful colored photos of these dished but what I will do is explain to you the benefit of food and what it can do for you. Thank you for following me in the weeks and months to come. If you like what I write please share it with other. Please encourage me to go on and post comments as you see fit. I look forward to meeting all kinds of new friends here.

 I want everyone to share the best times in my life.  The summers at the County Fair in Roby. Each summer we would cook jams, cakes, chili, and other fine dishes with Grandma. She had to enter the County Fair cooking competition. She came home with more blue ribbons that you could imagine. All these hung  proudly in her kitchen and then stored safely away in shoe boxes. I have decided that I want to have a Blue Ribbon contest here each month. The winner will receive the Blue Ribbon Cookbook and the Cooking for County Fair cookbook I have made.

 Each month when I release a new cookbook the cooking competition will be based on the subject of my cookbooks. Please keep coming back because the first cookbook will be finished in a few more days. Then I will explain and announce this month competition and the rules. For each entry I will gather the information and make a cookbook with your name on the recipes that you gave. Each person taking part in these competitions will receive the month’s cookbook for all the entries. So please give me your e-mail address so I may send you the cookbook competition of the month.

 Thanks for reading and putting up with a rambling old Grandma