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Some of the best memories of my life are spending all those hours in my Grandmother's kitchen watching her cook. I started hanging out with her when I was about 8 or so. Through osmosis and direct instruction she taught me most everything she knew about cooking... and let me tell you, she was the epitome of the Southern Grandmother-cook! The delicacies she prepared we were in no way appreciative enough of.
This time with her falls under that " I wish I'd have...." thing. I wish I'd have taken the time to thank her for all she taught me about cooking, cleaning, laundry and life in general. Because of her I was able to pretty much raise my little sister as well as myself. And have never "needed" a woman around to do those household things.
She was the voice of reason in a family where common sense seemed fleeting at best, non-existent at worst on many occasions.
She was a rock, and in my memory she remains a "rock" and a stabilizing force when the seas get too rough, the swells too high to navigate.
I had no idea at the time the lessons I was learning.
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"Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
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