This is a picture of my mom and my brother. This is the first and only house that my mom and dad had. Gosh to look at this same angle now, you wouldn't believe that it is the same place.
Here she is with my Auntie Violet. I think my mom learned how to cook from her. I have to say that my mom was a good cook. Once she cooked something, she would change it around just a little bit. I remember one time I had to make the turkey and stuffing for Thanksgiving. She wasn't feeling well and insisted that we were still going to have Thanksgiving dinner. I asked her were the recipe was? She didn't have one. Wasn't this fun. I had to keep running between the kitchen and her bedroom until it was right. She ended up going to the hospital. She had pneumonia. So here Danny and I were with a 15 pound bird and stuffing. Needless to say, Danny had a lot of turkey sandwiches. After that I told her I wanted recipes. She said she didn't have any. All the recipes were in her head. I didn't care I told her to write down what she used and about how much. She did. As it turns out I cook a lot like her. If I find a recipe that I think I will like, I make according to the recipe. Then I tweak it to my taste. So basically, when someone asks me for one of my recipes, they get mad when I tell them I don't have it, but this is how I make it. One time my dad and her went crabbing in the back bays. My dad set the CB up and my mom told me to put the roast in the oven. I put the roast in the oven at the time she told me. I was in my room and realized that it was pretty late. I came out and asked Danny if he heard anything from them? He said no. They finally got home. She was pissed. Neither one was paying attention to the tide so here they high and dry waiting for the tide to come. Good thing we had gravy with that roast.