I'm sure you've heard others praise their mother's pies. They talk about the perfection of the filling -- just enough sugar, a perfect combination of spices, not runny but not dry; and the crust - tender, flaky, melt-in-your mouth. Perhaps your mother was one of those ladies who baked perfect pies. But my mother was not. Her pie fillings were generally good; but the crusts were another story completely. The crusts were tough, sometimes cut-with-a-knife tough, sometimes almost cardboard tough. (Forgive me, Mom, if this truth hurts your feelings.) If I could manage it under the watchful eye of my mother, I ate the filling and left the crust on my plate.
Imagine my surprise when I saw a 4-H blue ribbon among my mother's things. She never once mentioned having been in 4-H. Imagine my even greater surprise when I discovered the ribbon was for a pie she'd baked! A blue ribbon for a pie my mom baked?! Maybe the blue ribbon pie was a fluke.
I mulled over that pie and blue ribbon for a while. It gradually began to make sense.
My mother was a child of the depression. She turned 14 just a few months before that awful Black Friday in October, 1929. Everything must have changed for her and her family after that. Plentiful was probably no longer a word in their vocabulary nor a description of food in their larder. What food they had was probably not used for such treats as delectable pies. Surely the blue ribbon had been won the year before.
Having been a child of the Great Depression, she became a mother during that same Depression, then during the rationing of World War II. What her mother may have been able to obtain during the Depression could have been beyond my mother's reach during the time rationing was enforced.
As a descendant it's easy to take things at face value or to assume I understand situations based on my own experiences. But the times in which my ancestors lived is very different from the time in which I live. I keep learning, in new ways for each ancestor, that things aren't always as they appear. There may be more to the story than meets the eye.