Today, Feb. 25th would have been my grandmother's 93rd birthday. I still can't believe she is no long with us. My eyes swell up with tears when I think about the reality of this. At times, too hard to bear. Other times, I just smile and think about her memory and the legacy she left. She was such a blessing to so many, but I know what she meant to me, and for that I am grateful. I continue to reflect on the sweet memories - memories I hope to give my children - even though I have boys - home made PJ's, fishing, camping, cooking the very best meals, drive-in movies in the station wagon and a bucket of chicken, family reunions, watch her pressing out her hair in the kitchen with a hot comb on one of the "eyes" of the stove. I will NEVER forget the "switches" off the tree in the front yard, the garden she kept on the side of the house, and in the front/back, the container of GREASE she never wanted to throw out (1 for chicken, 1 for fish). :-) The basement full of mason jars of canned peaches, tomatoes, etc. Some of my favorite meals - smothered pork chops, cream corn, biscuits and syrup with croquets (but I didn't eat them), the "tea cookies" that were always so square. How did she do that? Carmel Cake (3 layers of yumminess). Her gumbo was good too. She made hog head cheese on News Years and "chit'lins" (yuck). I miss you mamma!