Measuring Histories



Measuring Histories: My Mamaw's Cherry Pie

    Throughout my childhood years, my dad's parents lived in a small town called Fallston in Harford County, Maryland. They lived in a beautiful house on a plot of land that was home to an apple orchard, among other flowering plants and trees. I will always remember the afternoons spent baking fruit pies from scratch with my Mamaw. She has a signature recipe for both apple and cherry pies--a visit to Mamaw and Papaw's house would not be complete without at least a slice of pie a day. 

I called Mamaw on the phone to ask for the pie recipe, and she was overjoyed to provide it. This collage is a recreation of the specific ingredients that go into her recipe. I wanted the feel of the piece to evoke both childhood nostalgia and a grandmotherly-aesthetic at the same time. 









 

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