I've said this before and I'll say it again: our kids are so lucky to have great grandparents.
I had a living great grandfather (William
Wasserman -
our Will's namesake) when I was very young that I barely remember. And also a great grandmother (Hazel
Skees) who lived in Defiance, Ohio and whom I diligently wrote letters to up until her death at the age of 93 when I was maybe in junior high(?). (I had a very thorough stationary kit when I was young and I LOVED writing and receiving letters. So I would try to make pen pals with anyone who would write me back. :) And she did!)
Will and Sophia are lucky enough to have FOUR living great grandparents! Three live in our area (in fact, Craig's Grandpa King is actually living with Craig's parents) and one lives out of state. We visited my Grandpa
Korn at his home in Arizona for
Thanksgiving in 2008 and I'm so glad we made that trip because it's not very often that we see him.
The other set of great grandparents is my Grandpa & Grandma
Konesky. I've always had a special relationship with my grandma and I look up to her in so many ways. Countless memories come to mind of special time spent with my grandma. Many of them are rituals that grandma likes to keep up such as
baking Christmas cookies and
annual weekends at Maumee Bay (which have turned into Thanksgivings at
Maumee Bay). But grandma also came over to our house on every "first day of school" for pictures in the morning and to wish us luck, called or came over for every birthday we've ever had, attended nearly every extracurricular event we've ever participated in, and even cooked Craig and I dinner every Wednesday evening during my freshman year in college. She helped me clean my house when we first moved in, came over to do my laundry after our babies were born, and would drop just about anything to be their for our family. She's a special woman and a family member that I cherish so much. And I want our kids to know how great she is too.
Having "roots" is truly a blessing for any child and both Craig's and my family have long histories of multiple generations in this area. I love that Craig's dad is the "family historian" for all of the
Riedeman family tree. I love that my sister-in-law rebuilt her home on the exact spot that her great grandparents lived and farmed two generations ago. I love that our kids have older family names. I love hearing stories of how Grandpa King "courted" Grandma King and told her he would marry her on their first date. I love having Great Grandma
Wasserman's sugar cookie recipe and I'm determined to learn and know my grandma's sweet roll recipe to continue that highly-expected tradition at all family gatherings.
Okay, moving on to "fun with great grandma". A couple of the food items we can always count on at grandma's house are strawberry freezer jam and homemade applesauce. She keeps a huge stock of both in her deep freeze for all the kids and
grandkids to take home with them as needed. I've never actually made either of these things with her (that I know of... maybe applesauce when I was little?) and thought it would be fun to have her show Will and me how she makes her jam. My original plan was to visit another strawberry farm and pick our own to make the jam. But I didn't come up with this idea until just last week and we're too late in the season for strawberry picking now. So... Plan B! Go pick red raspberries instead and then just buy strawberries at the store for jam. The strawberries coming from California have been pretty good this year anyway.
So onto another berry farm we went!
Pullins is a raspberry only farm (both black & red) in
Haskins, Ohio. (Scroll down to Wood County on that u-pick link.) I loaded the kids up early Saturday morning, picked grandma up and made it out to
Pullins shortly after they opened.

We met Alan, the farm owner, and set to work picking just three pints of raspberries.

Will learned to look for the darker red berries and that they should pull off very easily when they were ready.

When you pull raspberries off the bush, the "stem" stays put and leaves behind a small, white cone that was the core of the fruit.

Seeing how foods are grown, especially something so intricate-looking as a raspberry, just makes them seem almost miraculous. Like how does that actually come to be? It's pretty neat.


Sophie was on my back for the beginning of our picking until I noticed a little pull to one side and looked over my shoulder to find this:

After that, I let her down to check out the raspberry bushes for herself. :) Now that she's standing independently, it makes life a whole lot easier for me to set her down in a public place where I don't have to worry about her crawling on the ground.



Some of our efforts:






Before leaving, Will got to meet the two farm dogs,
Shotsie (
sp?) and
Yaeger (
sp?). Both are German names meaning "sweetheart" and "hunter". Alan called them over and they sat still for Will to pet them - the highlight of his visit, for sure. I didn't get a picture though. And I forgot to mention that there was a nice dog name Lola (or Lulu?) at
Polter's Farm too.
Oh, and Pullins is very accommodating to their guests with a Port-o-potty, water cooler, sun screen and bug spray available as needed. Very nice.
The price for our raspberries was
really good! Just $5.80 for three pints.

Back at grandma and grandpa's house, grandma showed Will the huge strawberries she bought and cleaned for our jam.

After pulsing to a chunky blend, we measured two cups of strawberries and added...
umm... a lot of sugar. (Guess that's why we like it!)

Will got to stir.

Grandma dissolved/cooked the pectin into water on the stove top...

...and then poured that into the strawberry mixture.

All weekend long, Sophie continued to work on and perfect her walking skills.

While Will, despite the face, had way more interest in grandma's toys than in making jam.




The "fruits" of our labor (
hehe!)... Now these will sit at room temperature for 24 hours before putting in the freezer until needed. We got to take four jars home for the deep freeze plus that small plastic tub for immediate use in the fridge.

And boy did it taste good on my honey wheat bread!

On Sunday, despite the mid-90's heat, we all gathered at a beautiful park in
Perrysburg for the
Wasserman reunion. There are two reunions each year. The Christmas reunion is much larger with over 300 people in attendance! We even wear name tags to that one. Our summer reunion is smaller, but very nice. Both are potluck style and it's fun to see all the extended cousins (and their children!) that we don't see often. Grandma loves having us there - it's very important to her to keep this tradition going. And truly, it's amazing to see how many people call themselves family all because of just two people: William & Marie
Wasserman. That's pretty amazing. My grandma is the youngest of 12 children.

Before eating, we all bow our heads to pray. And I am so proud to say that our very own son said the blessing on his own while everyone listened quietly. Way to go, Will!
Once again, Sophie continued to show off her walking skills.

Nice recovery, baby!


I LOVE this little Osh Kosh jumper from Grandma Riedeman. It looks like something my mom would have put me in as a child (she agreed) and Sophie looks so cute in it!

Papa fed Sophie some yogurt and sweet potatoes while we got plates for both kids and then ourselves.

She loves to give kisses!

LOL - this is NOT a good picture of the kids. Wow - Will looks terrible! Blah. But he just finished playing on the awesome playground with my cousin Bryan and we were nearing 1:30 at this point. Sophie is much more flexible with nap schedule and her behavior does not usually decline that significantly (as Will's does) when we have to delay nap time a bit. Anyway, Will is NOT sun burned. Just very, very overheated. He was playing hard. So after this picture we got the kids into the air-conditioned car, encouraged Will to chug a ton of water, and got them both home for a nap. :) It is important to me to get pictures of our grandparents with the kids though, so I didn't want to miss this opportunity. Good thing my albums all have memo spaces so I can "explain" this one. Haha!

So we had a great time with some special people this weekend and I really enjoyed it.
Grandma, I know you read and appreciate my blog on a very regular basis (LOL) and I just want you to know that I (we) love you so much! Thanks for a fun weekend!