By Judi Curry
Let me start by saying that there are many different kinds of “victims.” Some are extremely serious; some are annoying; some are worthy of complaint to the right people. Some “victims” find relief in many different ways. This “victim” – me – hopes to find relief by writing about a situation that festers as each minute goes by. I realize that some of you will think I have blown this completely out of proportion; others of you will scoff at my feelings, but I, personally, will feel better and, at this time, that is all I can ask for.
I am known as a “jammer” amongst my friends and relatives. I have 18 fruit trees and make jam year round. Some I sell; some I give away, and an awful lot we eat. I pride myself in the varieties I make, and have yet to find someone tell me that the jam was not tasty. I love trying new fruits and wines; and even mark potential calendar days to begin a new batch.
One of my most memorable jams is my mango.
By Judi Curry
Let me start by saying that there are many different kinds of “victims.” Some are extremely serious; some are annoying; some are worthy of complaint to the right people. Some “victims” find relief in many different ways. This “victim” – me – hopes to find relief by writing about a situation that festers as each minute goes by. I realize that some of you will think I have blown this completely out of proportion; others of you will scoff at my feelings, but I, personally, will feel better and, at this time, that is all I can ask for.
I am known as a “jammer” amongst my friends and relatives. I have 18 fruit trees and make jam year round. Some I sell; some I give away, and an awful lot we eat. I pride myself in the varieties I make, and have yet to find someone tell me that the jam was not tasty. I love trying new fruits and wines; and even mark potential calendar days to begin a new batch.
One of my most memorable jams is my mango.