Jams and jellies were always a treat as a child.
I always enjoyed when it was time to make jam. Mom would send me to the basement to get the box of used paraffin disks that we had saved from all the jam jars we had used since the last time we had made jam.
We would put them in an old ugly battered pan and set it on the stove to melt while Mom cooked up the jam. After she had carefully filled our odds and ends jars with the hot jam she would spoon some of the melted paraffin on top to seal it and keep it fresh until we were ready to use it.
The jam cupboard in the basement always looked so cheerful by the end of canning season. Filled with gleaming jars of strawberry, peach, and plum jam, as well as an assortment of jellies. The plum jam was all of our favorite. Getting the biggest chunk of plum was always our goal when ever it was served.
It has been years since I've had plum jam, but just thinking about it makes me want to have some. Maybe I'll have to make a batch or two this year.