where preserve began
I’ve always been drawn to kept things—things that were used, remembered, and held onto.
Some of my earliest memories are of being in the country with my grandparents, bare feet, dirt roads, fruit from the trees, and the kind of ordinary things that stay with you for years.
Decades later, my great-grandmother’s old home was going to be torn down. My family knew how much I loved the house. I had taken pictures of it for years, so before it came down, they told me to go by one last time.
I took my photographs, and on the way back to my car, I noticed something in the yard. One of her old preserve jars.
I kept it. Years later, it gave Preserve its name.