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Reading various posts over the years it seems a good many members had parent, grand-parents or other family members from the "old country" (Europe), this and or have moved about within that place. Was wondering what if any household arts (cooking, cleaning, etc...) do any of you keep up that you got from your "elders".
 
My folks emigrated from the UK in 48. Mom brought with her the traditional English cooking method..  Boil everything to death.   The only spices were salt and pepper.   LOL

 

My good friend here in town is Polish.  His mom made everything prety much from scratch,, pierogies, kapusta, you name it.. It was him a 2 brothers, no daughters so when she died they had never learned how to cook anything, nothing. They rely on the old Polish ladies at the hall to make batches of things and pay for it.   I've been practicing making the kapusta and its turned out really well... I like it and it seems to help settle my irritable stomach  
 
My Grandmother's

Laundry  Whites, Hot Water, Detergent and Clorox.  Colors, Warm Wash, Detergent, Warm Rinse.

Cleaning Copper with Salt and Vinegar. (Twinkle or Copper Glo was too expensive)

Cleaning the Oven before it gets dirty

Turning Pillowcases inside out. Then reaching inside the pillow case to grab the corners of the pillow and folding the pillowcase over the pillow to insure the corners of the pillow were in the corners of the pillowcase. (Whew)

Saving a Metal Can to pour fat leftover from cooking so it won't go down the drain.

Always use a Wooden Spoon when cooking.

Washing/Soaking Hairbrushes once a week in Hot water and ammonia. 

 

That's it for now.
 
Can't help you much. Family has been in this country longer than it's been a country. 'Keep your wagonwheels greased and your horse fed' are still valid principles, after translation.

Most family wisdom dates back to the depression: Don't buy anything on credit except real estate.
 
grandparents

my grandparents were from Slovenia. they did not wear underwear. my granda made her own lye soap and everything was cleaned with it, cloths walls floors and cloths and dishes. she had a big garden and they ate a lot of cabbage. they made there own saurkralt also they would make turnips the same way, it was called rapa. nothing was bought at the store but flour, sugar, coffee tea, and yeast. they were catholic and my grandma had 3 kids. her birth control was just not having sex. one time she was arrested for picking up coal of the railroad tracks. she was very resourceful and believed the most terrible sin was to be lazy. when she was in her 80s she still chopped her own wood for her warm morning stove. she never cut her hair in her whole life and wore it in braids wrapped up on her head. my dad was her youngest kid and played the acordian like his dad did. we were taught to strive to be the best we could be.
 
My mom was from Italy (Veroli). Her dad was Italian; her mom from France. My dad was English (Wolverhampton). They married in Italy in 1946, them came to the US in 1947, settling in Watertown, SD, where several other Italian war brides resided.

My mom's cooking was very northern: Mildly seasoned; emphasis on maximizing the quality of simple flavors. I still make lasagna the way she did, using chopped hard-boiled eggs in the filling rather than whisking raw eggs into the ricotta. I'm no longer eating pasta (gasp!) but when I did, it was always very lightly sauced. She was of the school that the pasta should dominate, not the sauce. A bottle of wine was on the table every night, although a 2nd glass was fairly rare.

I still like to eat meals in courses, as that's how we ate when I was growing up.

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Well, to me the old country is New England/New York...

 

Mother was first generation American and seemed to embrace mainstream American habits, including cuisine, so I don't remember much in the way of seeing her emulate how her parents might have done things way back when. I think the Betty Crocker cookbook was her kitchen bible.

 

My dad was also first gen and on the rare occasion he got busy in the kitchen he'd make a delicious bread. Don't know where he learned that, though. The closest taste to it I've enjoyed since then is the Pugliosi bread that Costco occasionally carries.

 

 
 
My dad came from Poland (via Romania, Vichy France, Franco's Spain [was in prison there] and the UK with various WWII adventures) and arrived in the early 50's. His biggest imports are haggling and making sure their house was well cared for (or their co-op as the case may be). My mom's family can be traced back to before the War of Independence (PA mostly) with various central European additions along the way (mostly on the other side of the family).

My dad's parents stayed very continental - only rented apartments (my dad and his brothers all owned homes, though my uncle didn't buy a house until both of his adult children had already done so), dark wood furniture (and some faux Scandinavian when that was trendy) and white walls with rugs on the walls. Despite living in Detroit they always had British cars (Turquoise and white Nash Metropolitan and after a move to Dearborn a Ford Cortina).
 
Im not sure when

Dads people came, but I do know Mothers family"Powell", came to Lenoir from Culpepper Virginia in 1774 and the land I grew up on was a land grant from England that year.
 
The "old country" for my mothers family is the south side of Chicago. Bridgeport neighborhood for her mother, and the Southshore neighborhood for her dads family. The ancestors from my grandmothers side have been here since the 1860s from Poland, and my grandfathers side I'm not exactly sure but probably came from Poland around the 1880s, definitely before 1900.
Now that I think about it, the Polish heritage and traditions have stuck very strong in my mothers family, to this day even.

My dads side we don't know a ton about, he's adopted, but he found his biological mother back in the mid 90s and found out he was Scottish, Irish, German and not Polish like they thought he was, and was raised as. I do know his biological family came to the US quite some time ago as well.
My grandmother that actually raised him was Polish, and my grandfather was Hungarian. I believe my grandmothers parents were from the US but the prior generation was from Poland. My grandfathers parents were from Hungary. My grandma was very Catholic and also very traditional Polish, more so than my mothers family.
 
My Dads people, the Craigs, My last name

Were Scottish, I do know that but supposedly descended from the Picts, My Mothers Mother was an Icenhour, which was descended from other spellings, Eisenhower and Isenhour, and were of German descent, Dads mother was a Story and I have no idea where they were from.But the Powells, my Mothers people she traced back to England.
 
My dad's family is a strange lot. The family history is full of inconsistencies and contradictions. Nobody ever seemed to have any solid info on where they came from. They claim to be Irish and German but have blue-black wiry hair the men were all obsessed with straightening. They went through Groom n Clean by the barrel! They also tan jaw-droppingly quickly in the sun..... and they get dark, really dark. Irish and German? OK, Dad, if you say so.

Mom's family is just the opposite. Grandpas' family (both sides) came from small villages in the Suwalki area of Poland, bordering Lithuania. Story is one got his last name (Przelomiec - sword breaker) because he could bend/break a sword with his bear hands. A later Przelomiec earned enough $$ to buy property from working as an interpreter for the local aristoracy. Story is he could read and write several language and verbally translate several more. nearly all my cousins in Poland in that branch today are linguists, editors, teachers, translators, etc.

Grandma's family was fairly well off but lost their money from funding failed insurrections against czarist Russia. The family store did well and my great grandmother's parents were able to afford forged papers to hire illegal Polish teachers when she was a kid. Poor girl had an 18hour day: Russian school in the morning, working in family store in the afternoon, and Polish school at night. They guy she married was from a Plock and worked in a funeral home in Warsaw. He was able to use those skills here in the U.S. and get himself a decent job. Then he went on a bender and bought a farm in Colchester Conn. and dragged his wife and kids up there. I assume he had a decent education as well because my grandmother, born here, would blow people away with her Polish. The caretakers she and my grandpa had all insisted she spoke like a Pre-WWI baroness. Grandpa, who actually had a polish language education, wrote like an aristocrat but talked with the red-neck hillbilly Suwalki accent of his parents.
 
Mother's family was from what was then the Austro Hungarian Empire, actually some corner of land claimed at different times by Serbia and Croatia. I guess the most distinctive thing she prepared was coleslaw with oil and vinegar dressing, no mayo. Today the deli calls that health salad. Every meal but breakfast we had tossed salad dressed with oil and vinegar. She told me that she was a senior in high school and eating at a teacher's house before she ever saw or tasted bottled salad dressing, Kraft French.
 
Health Salad.

We had a German Deli in our town that made Health Salad. Wow. I haven't thought about that for a while.

 

It was like Cabbage, celery, green peppers in a vinaigrette similar to what you described. Mom's side was Austro Hungarian. Dad's was German.  Lots of Gulasch, Paprikas, Spaetzle, and heavy Braised meats and Chicken.

They fried in Lard and Chicken Fat, used tons of Butter and Heavy/Sour Cream.

 

Most of the family died of old age. Not Heart or Cholesterol issues. (Who in the hell heard about cholesterol back I the 30s, 40s, and 50s ?)  They were always working and active people. They never had coffee in bed with their laptops like me. LOL.
 
My grandmother did that with potato salad. She learned it from her mom (the "poor girl" mentioned above) whose family store made and sold it. She referred to it as "German style" so I do as well to this day.
 
I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but my father is Latvian.   His tastes in food got passed down to the rest of the family and were pretty typical of Eastern European cuisine - sausages, sauerkraut, roast chicken, and ground meat dishes.  But like other Eastern Europeans, Latvians love their deserts - rich cakes, pastries, and tortes.  Cookies were less frequently demanded by my father, but over the years I learned how to make some traditional Christmas spice cookies.  

 

I suppose the biggest influence the Latvian heritage had on me has been the propensity to hoard... LOL  Trust me, Latvians of my father's generation don't throw ANYTHING away!
 
I suspect the foods of the whole Baltic region are similar due to the Vikings and all the trading that was going on even before the Hanseatic league. The climate is similar and AFAIK nearly 100% of the population has the genetic mutation of NOT being lactose intolerant.

Is there a lot of dairy in Latvian cuisine? There is in Polish. I remember these cookies. I swear it was made from butter, eggs, sour cream, sugar and just enough flour to hold it together. They weighed a TON, lol.

Jim
 
Dairy in Latvian cuisine is definitely popular.  I think my father still goes through a tub of sour cream every couple of days...   I've had arguments with Hungarian friends about whose cuisine uses more lard, eggs, and sour cream... LOL
 
Re Food and health

I still believe its not what you eat but whats in the things you eat and the way its processed, for instance, My Grandparents raised hogs and chickens, The hogs were fed table scraps, peelings etc, commonly known as slop in the South, the chickens ran around and ate bugs and worms and also were fed corn, no antibiotics, no hormones, They killed the hogs once a year, usually at Thanksgiving, then it was cold enough, usually at or below freezing, They salt cured the hams and shoulders"I have the recipe for the cure"and rendered all their own lard, Grandmother never bought any form of shortening until the mid 50s when they quit keeping hogs, They had a milk cow and Grandmother churned all their own butter,and of course with chickens they had fresh eggs, and of course they had a huge garden and canned all kinds of stuff, this diet, while certainly not healthy by todays standards, was in truth very healthy because there were no additives or preservatives, no hormones and no antibiotics..And no fried chicken has ever tasted as good as that chicken freshly killed and fried in a iron skillet with lard.Really, about all they bought was flour, sugar and corn meal.
 
My paternal grandfather came from Genoa, Italy, but didn't bring any traditions that endured from what I know. He married a German American woman, who apparently ruled the roost, although I don't know that for sure either because he died before I was born, so I can only go on hearsay. My father's personality characteristics certainly seemed to come more from her than him.

As far as culinary traditions, my maternal grandfather came from Crisfield, Maryland, and owned a carry-out seafood place in Baltimore at one point before my time, so there was a love of seafood in our family, which I didn't really like until I got older.

As far as household arts, I developed what little skill and methods I have on my own.
 
Hans

I have to agree with that. I go for quality foods instead of what the general population considers as "healthy" (which some of those things clearly are NOT healthy!) Fatty foods and such don't scare me. Processed foods and non organic scares the crap out me of me. What we call organic and non GMO was just called "food" back then. Hahaha.

I spent 2 weeks in the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico for Christmas about 6 years ago and the food was just so clean and delicious! I hadn't felt that good in a long time, had no digestion issues. Certainly didn't get sick or anything. Around here on a normal basis I have to carefully watch what I eat because I will react badly to anything not "clean"
 
>I have to agree with that. I go for quality foods instead of what the general population considers as "healthy" (which some of those things clearly are NOT healthy!) Fatty foods and such don't scare me. Processed foods and non organic scares the crap out me of me. What we call organic and non GMO was just called "food" back then. Hahaha.

I've come to believe there is a lot to be said for processed crap being the real evil.

Indeed, last night, in a weak moment, I was looking at a frozen turkey dinner. Half considering it for Thanksgiving since it's almost certain I'll be alone like always for the entire holiday season, Thanksgiving on. (I don't even get a neighborhood holiday party to look forward to. Sniff.) And the ingredients on that dinner...yikes. I didn't even get past the mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes would, logically, be potatoes. Maybe some butter. Maybe some salt. Maybe if the cook is feeling adventurous a touch of garlic. Instead, these potatoes had a whole bunch of chemicals that would only be recognizable to those with a BS in chemistry.
 
I know my dad's family has Scotch/Irish blood...his paternal grandmother was a McMasters and they all have red hair, freckles, and fair complexion.  His mother's side came from England and Germany.  Daddy's mother could cook up a storm in the Southern tradition, all home grown stuff from my grandfather's HUGE garden!  She was a wonderful seamstress as well as knitting and crocheting.  His father was a woodworker as is my dad...he can make some really beautiful furniture. 

 

Mother's side of the family we don't know much about, they have always been in and around Alabama.  I know some of them were here long before the colonies were even thought about....Cherokees.  Some of my relatives still have the black hair, dark complexion, and high cheekbones.  I saw a picture of my great-great grandmother and she looked like a full-blood!  But we don't know much else.  People on this side of the family also cooked in the Southern tradition and made fabulous sweets....maybe why they all had diabetes (American Indians have a predisposition to diabetes) and strokes.  Most of the women on my maternal grandmother's side were excellent seamstresses and could make beautiful knitted and crocheted items.  Tatting was also a favorite craft that you just don't see anymore (I know how to do some of it).
 
I think you have to remember "the old country" for many people is also a snapshot in time as well as a physical place. It's also often interpreted through romanticised and highly filtered memories (positive or negative) that are often refiltered by stories repeated by parents, grandparents, communities and so on.

I grew up in Ireland but I've elderly American relatives who emigrated to Ireland from the US in the 50s and 60s. They've kind of a "frozen in time" view of the US and actually find trips back to Boston and New York a little odd now as things have changed and in many ways the differences are far less noticible as things have become more globalised. Also, Ireland became a lot richer over those years and little things like American cars and European cars don't look as different as they used to.

They tend to still assume that 1950s / 60s American food is still unchanged and so on. They're even upset that cities physically look different when they go back to the US.

Then I've Irish relatives who moved to the US in the 1960s who've attempted to reintegrate here in 2010s and were actually deeply upset that things had changed - things like the cities and towns are much bigger and busier, there are motorways (expressways) linking places and the culture changed rather dramatically towards being very liberal, much more diverse and so on - a lot of the changes that I would see as very positive, they just saw as different from their memory and jarring.

In one case the Irish American relative actually felt so disconnected with Ireland that she went on a rant about how "the Americans are more Irish. This isn't Ireland". Everything to her mind was wrong/different - people didn't share her attitudes (which were very conservatively right wing Catholic) and she came out with a few things that caused jaw dropping reactions - just really dinosaur stuff)
Also everything else was "wrong" - food was too "pretentious and foodie", supermarkets were too big, too many cars, too many houses, farms looked different...

Then she had a brief identity crisis where she felt "not American" and "not Irish". Eventually she sort of adjusted and was fine. It was culture shock more like a time traveller might have felt.

Many of the changes she was describing would have been as profound if you compared 1959 Boston to 2015 Boston. She just had made odd assumptions that when you move, time stops in the old place.

No where stands still for 60 years, or even 5 years and I think those kind of "old country" memories can easily become a bit of an idealised and distorted fantasy, a bit like a faded old postcard.
 
There was no "old country" in my family as such. The newest arrival to the US that I know of would be one grandfather's parents, although he was born in the US. Both grandmothers were born into families that, as far as I know, had been in the US some time.

I can't really speak for what happened in the past with my ancestors. But in general, I think there was pressure to "become American". And I also assume that the changes of the 20th century had influence, as the world shifted from "old" ways to "new" ways. Both grandmothers, for example, probably started out using a wringer washer, but saw the dawn of automatics.

And there were probably some losses going into my parents' generation. I guess I could say my maternal grandmother lived in a certain small town America "culture." Meals were meat and potato, nothing fancy, and absolutely NOTHING foreign. Clothes were dried outside in summer. And everyone used the back door of the house--the front door was "saved for good."

My mother jettisoned a lot of the above. She used a dryer year round. Her cooking included ethnic dishes, and vegetarian dishes. And the back door was only used to go to the backyard, usually to take the dog out. How much of the above changes were my mother rebelling? Who knows? It was probably a mix of things. Some rebellion. Some "this method works better than the method I grew up with." Some my father. (Apparently, my mother made one small town dish for my father, once, and he took one look, and asked something like: "What the hell is this?") Some were undoubtedly practical. Why go to the back door when there is much easier to reach front door, positioned mere yards from the driveway and garage?

One "old America" touch that survived...for a while to my memory was having a vegetable garden. We had one in all but one house I grew up in (that one house was only a 1 year "get established in a new area" rental). Both grandparents had a garden (and both kept it running as long as possible). But it eventually went away in my parents generation. I can't remember if it happened before my family fell apart, or not. But certainly after my father left, the garden went idle. My mother wasn't interested in keeping it going--or interested enough.
 
Another loss over the years: my grandmothers both did something like knitting, and one supposes sewing. (One grandmother did have a sewing room/guest room.)

My mother sewed a bit--a lot of my clothes when I was young were made by her. But eventually this faded. Hit my generation, and I can't sew, apart from replacing a button. I sometimes patch with needle and thread, but only on clothes that don't matter, and the job looks horrible.

However, one of my cousins has kept knitting alive. Not sure if she got started or influenced by Grandma, or what.
 
My sister

learned to crochet from our great-grandmother before she died.  She later as an adult picked up sewing, but it must be in her genes too because she is an excellent seamstress...I mean bridesmaids dresses and such.  I guess I got the cooking gene because I am a mean cook and love to do it.
 
Like crochet

Because it is faster than knitting. My Italian-American friends mothers/older relatives and even themselves could crochet the most beautiful things including "lace". My eyes cannot handle such things today. *LOL* Whenever a new baby was expected in the family out came the crochet hooks and skeins of cotton to make blankets and other things.
 
I still have a few throws that my mother and Aunt Jennie crocheted and can't part with them. While I don't use them much, they represent a vanishing commitment to homekeeping and focus on family. To be sure my mother always worked outside the home in a factory working harder than some men. I worked there in summers and saw it first hand. But her focus was on her family and maintaining our house. Which leads me to some of the "old country habits" that I learned from them. They ran their homes like a business with strict schedules of what was done on which day (and windows were done weekly since we lived in Brooklyn) and of course everything had to be done a certain way. From the kitchen I learned that nothing was wasted, you purchased the freshest available in season (or grew it if you had a little plot), preserved for the winter and the diet included plenty of vegetables, beans and occasional meat/fish and dairy (they were after all poor Italians). In the rest of the house, you cleaned up after yourself, in the bathroom you wiped down the shower walls, the vanity or sink top after every use and closed the toilet lid and it went without saying one bathed daily or more as the situation required. Laundry was its own category and probably the most meticulous. Hottest water possible, some form of blue detergent - either Cheer, Rinso Blue or Ajax, Aqua Lina (local Brooklyn brand of bleach) on whites, warm or hot rinse, bluing in the final rinse and of course wet starch for anything cotton- Daddy;s work clothes, our school shirts/blouses, cotton school pants, etc... Then everything was hung outside and when dry, sprinkled for ironing and stored in a plastic bag in the refrigerator.
 
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