Grandmother’s Cake
For more than fifty years, our family has enjoyed “Grandmother’s Chocolate Cake”. The cake makes an appearance for every family gathering, regardless of how many people will be in attendance. It is a cake...
For more than fifty years, our family has enjoyed “Grandmother’s Chocolate Cake”. The cake makes an appearance for every family gathering, regardless of how many people will be in attendance. It is a cake...
I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if these “how to make biscuits” instructions span more than six generations. My great-grandmother taught my grandmother who taught my mother who taught her daughters who taught their...
Many years ago, my mother casually mentioned “There was a funeral home before the one you remember.” And with those words, the quest began. The One I Remember I was just a toddler when...
After my mother died, my sisters and I were working together, sorting the things in her house, deciding what to do with each item, reminiscing as we worked. While working in her attic, I...
The reasons we become involved with family history vary. I have genealogist friends who search tirelessly for that last elusive proof in a family’s lineage – whether it is for their family or for someone else. I have history-buff friends …
2020 holiday season sure looks different. Much like the March-October feeling of days/weeks/months blending into one loooooooong day, we find our holidays are doing something similar. Our son is under quarantine as he awaits...
Early on, Tim told me that he wanted our family to camp. He had fond memories of camping trips with his family and he wanted us to create the same kind of memories for our children. The first opportunity presented itself when our daughter was 3 years old – our son, 4 months. …
Once upon a time, probably 20+ years ago, there was a Southern Living magazine article featuring a Thanksgiving table set in front of an outdoor fireplace. It was gorgeous. I had never seen an outdoor fireplace before, but at that moment decided that someday I’d love to have one …
Many months after my father died, my step-mother gave my sister a box of “stuff”. There were pictures of our family we had given Daddy, an ashtray, some odds and ends, and an old Bible. We had no idea who the Bible had belonged to or what the relevance was to our family.