Smiling, my grandmother handed me 2 pieces of paper, photocopies of a handwritten recipe.  She knew those papers would make me very happy, as she explained how she came to possess them.

Hanging in my foyer, I have a picture of my grandparents’ first date, a high school basketball game in rural south Louisiana in 1935, a barn in the background, the legs of the rooftop spectators hanging low.  My grandmother became a widow at 65, after which she learned to drive and created a whole new life for herself, a life centered around volunteerism and her love for Jesus.