Ethel Alice. I love this picture. She was a genital soul. She raised 5 children and a couple of grandkids. She loved to be in her kitchen, it was always the heart of her home. She had a day list of things to do Monday-Friday, each day had a purpose. Bake day, laundry day, heavy cleaning day and so on. I loved Friday, that was bread making day. The smell of yeast bread that she kneaded with those little hands. Her garden was amazing, she would bring in the veggies and that evening meal would be wonderful. She was not much of a meat eater, but she could make the best fried chicken ever. We did not kill our chickens, the eggs was their job. They all had names and were treated as pets. No one was ever turned away from her door, people were hungry in the 30’s. I loved her chocolate pie, nothing from a box. Grand-mommy made my journey into life special because she loved me.
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Your grandma sounds a lot like mine. For me, it was her blackberry cobbler that I loved and miss. She could make a meal out of nothing and anyone who came to the house got fed.
It's good to keep our memories alive and pass them on.
And oh so obviously you loved her right back. Sweet post Mary and I see you in her face.
What a lovely woman she was! You are blessed to follow her!
And how YOU deserved to be loved!
She is elegant looking in that gown. Such wonderful memories you have Mary. My mom baked bread and pastries and I too remember the smell.
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