1. A mat-forming, evergreen shrub (Vaccinium macrocarpum) of eastern North America, having pink flowers and tart, red, edible berries.
2. The berries of this plant, used in sauces, jellies, relishes, and beverages.
1. A small, single-storied house, especially in the country.
2. A small vacation house.
cran·ber·ry cot·tage
1. A tiny house in the woods in the north of Holland.
2. Peace, quiet, paradise.

Sunday, July 29, 2012


My Aunt Janey's birthday is today. She passed away many years ago now but I still remember her in my heart. She was my favorite aunt even when I was a little girl. My mother always took me to her house when she needed to go away and I had to be watched.

I loved going to her house. I remember having a treat of a square of vanilla ice cream with Hershey's chocolate syrup poured over it while sitting in a high chair at her kitchen table. It had a pull out ladder so I could climb up it myself.

Later, I used to call her my Kitchen Gnome. She was very short and made the best pies in the world. See how I got the name? She used to make up to 9 different pies when I came home to visit and expected me to choose which one. I asked her once if I could have slivers of them all so that stuck. The family would then have slivers. *grins*

I have a pair of her wooden knitting needles in my bookcase. I bought a ball of yarn to keep them in and it is a nice way to remember a very special lady!



  1. She was very special and spoiled you rotten. Ask Brenda and Bonnie just who had to get you that Ice Cream you always got. They will tell you.
    She also knitted you a green bonnet hat that was your very favorite. She thought you could do no wrong. Hummmmmmmmmmmm maybe I should have told her the truth. LOL
    Love you, Mom

  2. Hi, I read your post from your books, I'm like you, can't imagine without my books, doesn't matter what kind of books, romans, novels, nature, roses, knitting, history...ooohhh books...
    Sorry for my poor English writing, but I'm Dutch, and from the 'first English lesson classes'

  3. aww, your Aunt sounds so sweet, I love the idea of 9 pies :) she must of thought the world of you too.

  4. Lovely memories of your aunt. I have a favourite aunt too - my Aunt Annie. She is still with us, and I haven't seen her for a few years, as she lives on the other end of the continent, but we speak on the phone.

  5. Heidi, this is such a lovely tribute. Those special women that leave their mark on our lives--I wonder if they knew how much of an influence they were having. I hope you had a great weekend! Please take care!

  6. What a beautiful way to remember a special aunt. I read your mom's comment and you certainly must have been her favorite in her eyes as well. Thanks for making me think of my own very special aunt, although I'm sure I wasn't her favorite by any means!

  7. What sweet (literally!) memories of your aunt! My parents had one sibling each, but my mom's brother died young (late teens/early 20s), so I had one aunt, and she & my uncle lived in Chicago, while I lived on the east coast. She & my uncle didn't like to travel, so the only time we saw them was when we went there. Interestingly enough, we enjoy the same crafts now - card making and cross stitch - but we still don't see each other. When I married, though, I gained three aunts. Ah, to reminisce . . .

  8. What wonderful memories of your aunt! That's amazing that she'd make that many pies at once. Yum! I love how you have her wooden knitting needles displayed.

  9. Ha ha, dus je bent Nederlands, nou ja, ik had het kunnen weten aan de klompen in je header :)

    Gelukkig, ik heb zo'n hekel aan Engels typen, net ik al zei, ik ben zowat van bijna de eerste lichting Engelse les, en moet zo nadenken als ik Engels moet schrijven, en de zins opbouw is fout natuurlijk, maar goed, ik kan mezelf behelpen.
    Je hebt gelijk wat boeken betreft, nooit zo over nagedacht, maar bij de meeste Nederlandse gezinnen staan inderdaad niet zoveel boeken...
    Zelfs hier in de keuken staat een volle kast kookboeken, niet omdat ik er zoveel uit kook, maar ik lees die..gewoon als boek.
    Manlief is een moeilijke eter, dus apart of eens iets anders koken is er hier niet bij.
    Zoon heeft vanuit Australie het Barossa cookery book meegebracht,en kreeg daar als commentaar dat je iemand geen kookboek kado doet, dat is daar schijnt een teken dat de ontvanger beter moet gaan koken ha ha, maar ik ben er blij mee...zulke leuke verzamelde receptjes van de pioneers..

  10. It's so delightful, to remember special people, from our childhood. This way, they never really pass away. Not if someone remembers them, and times with them, with joy and a warm heart.

    Gentle hugs...

    "The fairy queen wore velvet cloaks of pansy purple in spring,
    with a petticoat of late yellow trumpet Daffodil."

  11. What lovely memories you have of your dear Aunt. I really loved my father's sisters. They were such amazing people , great role models and loving Aunties. One of them passed away earlier this year and the other is not in the best health. One of these days, I know that we will no longer have anyone from that generation left in our family. And that makes me so sad.


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