Sunday was my father’s birthday. Born in 1921, he would have been 97. His brother died at age 99, his sister at 96, both parents in their nineties. It seems unfair that he died in 1984 at age 62. But “life is not fair” is a mantra my children heard often. Things happen. Heart disease … [Read more…]
Most of my childhood summers were spent in two activities: preparing food or going to church. Whether Mother and I were cooking dinner (the noon meal) for a farm crew or canning and freezing vegetables, we were constantly in the back yard shucking and stringing or in the kitchen cooking. But some days were spent … [Read more…]
Our trip to the Biltmore in Asheville, North Carolina, was inspiring for various reasons. Of course the structure itself is awesome! I cannot fathom the vision that George Vanderbilt had in the 19th century even to conceive of such a place and the surroundings. He bought up 125,000 acres of worn-out farmland and planted trees to … [Read more…]
