Pass it on down

Today I sat reflecting...not an unusual occurrence by any means.
However my topic of reflection? Bags...

So let me share.

My grandmother taught me many things, how to preserve food, how to do laundry, how to appreciate a clean well scrubbed floor, and how to cook a proper meal. Apparently without realizing until today, she taught me the value of a bag.

Plastic bags, paper sacks, and even little baggies are part of my "stash". How did I end up with a pantry full of bags? I've always saved grocery store bags for use as lunch sacks, dirty clothes carries and the occasional dog poo bag.

This Ziploc bag drying upside down on my dish soap bottle will probably hold the lettuce again. That cute little paper bag I received from the apple orchard has at least three more lives left as a snack carrier during weekend trips.

I know exactly where this bag obsession comes from, my grandma. Right now I can picture a Ziploc bag just like mine on her kitchen counter. Grandma would wash it out and flip over the bottle to dry. Once dry she would put them in a drawer and when that drawer was full grandma would take them down to a shelf in the basement.

One of my most favorite memories of my grandma involves those plastic bags. You see grandma liked to send us grand kids home with food, it might have been the "special" snack she picked up for our weekend visit to her house or leftovers from dinner. No matter we always went home with a bag of something in our hands.

Now I understand why I keep those bags...