Who misses the good ole days when you used to sit around your grammy’s table and listen to the elders talk about their good ole days? Me, that is who.
I come from a big family. When I say “big,” my mother had 11 brothers and sisters. There was always something going on and we would gather at my gram’s house — not every week but we got together often.
One of the great things about my gram was she loved to cook and laugh. I guess that is where I get my love