I learned more than how to stuff a turkey or properly dice an onion in my mother's kitchen She hardly ever let me cook (her kitchen), but she let me watch and she talked. She would tell me where this recipe came from and on what special occasion it would have been served. She talked about her mother and how she did things. She talked - I listened and watched. Having an very good visual memory - I learned. (Please don't ask me people's names, I am bad at that.)
My mother has been gone now for several years, but her recipes live on, as do her notes. "V.G." on a recipe card means she thought that recipe was very good. "Skip salt", "more sugar" "cook 10 minutes longer" meant just that. "Walt's favorite" (my dad) surely couldn't have been written to jog her memory! My mother was recording history and now my daughters are making Grandma's Rhubarb Custard Pie, Stuffed Green Peppers and the special Thanksgiving Stuffing that does not taste like mushy bread or hard croutons.
The recipes and the memories live on.