Growing up, I was blessed to have my great-grandparents live a little less than a mile down the road. I could literally walk to their house. My Granddaddy was a Preacher at the Primitive Baptist Church down the road for 50+ years (I can't remember exactly). My Mimmie was the sweetest lady and best cook I've ever encountered. I'm quite certain she didn't have a single recipe written down. They have both passed now, my Granddaddy when I was 12 and my Mimmie when I was 18, but they have both left such a major imprint on my soul, that I will never forget the smell of their house on the holidays and the stories of the "good 'ol days" that they used to tell us grandkids. My cousin actually shared this photo with me, and the irony of the timing is astounding as Thanksgiving was always our favorite holiday. No one makes homemade dressing quite like Mimmie did :)
The oldest girl in the photo is my Nana, my dad's mother. She's 75 now and spunky as can be. In fact, she called me at 8pm last night just to talk! The fact that she is giggling in the photo comes to me at no surprise, as she's as easily amused as I am.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING FOLKS!
MANY BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS.
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