Old-fashioned Maraschino Cherry Ice Cream Recipe

Any ice cream fans here?

Mmmmm! We are definitely ice cream lovers! There is always a half gallon in our freezer and cones in the pantry. With summer only a few weeks away, I’ve been thinking about when I was a kid and having homemade ice cream.

I saw this post by Sheryl at A Hundred Years Ago, and my mind automatically went straight to childhood. I love how she describes how families celebrated holidays in the past. How fun!

Her recipes always remind me of my grandparents because they are from 1916. My grandpa Abbe was born in 1916, which means his siblings were little kiddos when someone put their Maraschino Cherry Ice Cream recipe into the world.  How cool is that?

Cherries in every form remind me of all the stories Dad has told me about the cherry trees of his childhood. Grandma Wilma had lots of cherries!

Here’s to summer, family celebrations, potlucks, and of course, ice cream! Thank you for letting me share, Sheryl! Can’t wait to make this!

A Hundred Years Ago

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Happy Memorial Day!

Memorial Day in years gone by was often celebrated by parades and local festivals – and incredible homemade ice cream. An old-time favorite was Maraschino Cherry Ice Cream.

I tend to think of Maraschino cherries as a cocktail garnish (or an ingredient in canned fruit cocktail), but Maraschino cherries were a popular recipe ingredient in the early 1900’s. Back then the cherries were a pricey delicacy, and a popular ingredient that hinted of sophistication and class.

The recipe I adapted was in a hundred-year-old Pennsylvania church cookbook, and it was incredibly easy.  This ice cream recipe didn’t require any cooking; I only needed to combine cream, sugar, and lemon juice, and then chill for a few minutes before putting the mixture into the ice cream maker  (the cherries are added after the ice cream is frozen). I actually worried that the recipe was too easy, but my fears…

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The Blacksmiths Tree Project

Don’t you just love the capacity of the human heart and how when others are hurting, people seem to drop what they’re doing and help out?

Last night a blogging friend, Genevieve, wrote about the fires in Alberta and reading it got me to thinking about the beauty of the human spirit.

I love how when disaster strikes, differences seem to melt away, leaving an almost united force of good.

When I read Miriam’s story, I knew I wanted to share it. This tree! This glorious tree. The memories, the history, the details on the leaves… Oh my.

It reminds me of Glory, the tree in our back yard. I just wrote a story about it a few days ago. Writing and even reading it, put tears in my eyes. I think it was simply the symbolism that trees have that parallel our lives.

This monument that Miriam writes about is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me share it, Miriam.

Out an' About

In Strathewen beautiful mosasic letterboxes signify the rebirth of a country community that was devastated by bushfire back in 2009. I wrote about it last week.  Just a couple of kilometres out of the tiny settlement is an amazing tree that I nearly missed when I was there recently.  And which I revisited today.


It’s located at the Peter Avoca Memorial Pavillion, a place you could easily drive through without blinking an eye lid if you didn’t know the history.

After bush fire ravaged this area it was a long time before rebuilding was complete and residents moved back in to start a new life.  Today it’s a lovely country drive but not really on the way to anywhere significant.  An ordinary Australian community.


Then in the middle of nowhere, you see it. Beyond the pavilion.  A tree reaching to the sky, seemingly blending into nature but quite a separate…

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