I just received a package from my Aunt with notes and names of all the people who contacted her about the passing of her sister, my mother, Barbara.
As we pack up and head off to grandmother’s house (Jim’s grandmother, who kindly agreed seven years ago to be mine as well) there is much to be thankful for.
From my piano teacher, school music teacher to the farm stand to the neighbors who had the first color TV and invited my sister and I over to see The Wizard of Oz, everyone wrote a note or sent a contribution to their favorite local cancer center.
It was written that the highest form of praise for a Judaic woman is to be called a woman of valor, and one writer told us that our mother was one. Thank you all.
What a Thanksgiving this will be. Dee
Cooking with Dee 