Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Memories are a funny thing and often triggered by an event when we least expect it. Last month Cindy and I was having dinner with her Mom at the Old Mill in Pigeon Forge, Tn...I ordered chicken fried steak...now days you get a battered cutlet but here it was steak, breaded and probably cooked in a cast iron skillet...as soon as I took my first bite it took me back to Rio Hondo...it was as if Aunt LaVina was in the kitchen. My memories aren't limited to her cooking but lets face it...in my humble opinion...that woman could cook. First place I ever tasted frog legs, turtle and rabbit was on the Fambro Farm. All good but my favorite to this day was her bread and butter pickles. I am sorry to hear of her passing but I have to see it as a blessing given her pain and an independant woman being more dependant on others for assistance. There is a special place in my heart for her and Uncle Dewey and the many times I spent there over the years has provided me with lasting memories. My prayers is that God will provide the comfort to Alton, Sally, LaNeva, Dianne and all the grandkids as they have need and may all seek him as not only a source of strength and comfort...but also through his word, and his son, their path to enternal life.
