We are down in DC at the Cherry Blossom Festival. We thought we would
see thousands of trees, and we have, but unlike past years there were
kites flying as far as the eye could see.
Even if it is only once a day that our family is all together in one place, someone always asks the question: What was your favorite part of the day? What happens in our life each day defines who we are and shows us where we are going.
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| Revenge of the Knight |
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| From 1966 Vietnam Tour |
"The Cookbook" is a group of wonderful recipes that were collected over the years by my mother. My mother, Eleanor, was a fussy, discriminating baker. She would pour over the Boston Globe's food pages, check the labels or boxes of products, or ask a person for a recipe. There were many tests that she would apply to a completed recipe to decide if it was worth keeping. One factor in the decision as to whether to keep a recipe or not was how long the product stayed around after it was cooked.
During the years that my sister Mary, brother Joe, and I were in elementary school,we never failed to volunteer to "bring in some cookies for the party". My mother would patiently make whatever cookies we had requested. The favorites were always the Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies and the Gingersnaps. My father's favorites were the Cream Puffs and the Date Bars. As each of us married, our spouses quickly became aware of the location of the cookies jar and helped to empty it. The cookies that had been our favorites growing up quickly became the favorites of all the grandchildren.
Eleanor
December 17, 2000