We couldn’t get out of the car fast enough; flying effortlessly up the steep cement steps and into the house where hugs and Christmas greetings welcomed us. A shot of brown liquor was ceremoniously thrust into my father’s hand. We added our coats to the mounding pile and breathed in deeply; the smells of my…… Continue reading Simply the best
Without a doubt my grandmother more than loved to eat salt pork; she coveted it. Simply defined by Webster’s Online Dictionary, salt pork is “fat from the back and sides and belly of a hog carcass cured with salt.” (1) As accurate as that definition may be, my younger self would define it as…… Continue reading A Salty Bit of Heaven
I was about eight years old and my younger sister around three when we were frozen in time on an old wooden bench on a cool summer’s day in 1972. Undoubtedly we had just been running up and down the silvery planks of the boardwalk just moments before this photo was taken. Mom or Dad must have called our names, “Kathy, Lynda, . . ., look…… Continue reading Frozen in time
