Even as I share this special collection with you, I know my parents are sharing the joy of this occasion in Heaven. My pleasure in offering hospitality to others was developed at an early age because of them. The coffeepot and something fresh from the oven were always waiting for unexpected company. "Welcome, come on in" is how Mom and Daddy warmly greeted guests as they ushered them into our modest home. The furnishings may of been humble, but the warmth was far beyond what money could buy.
In honor of my parents, I want to share a poem my mother wrote about just how priceless family memories really are. My hope is that my mother's word and my recipes will help stir up fond family memories for you and your loved ones for years to come.
The Old House
A new mobile trailer now stands
Where our old house used to be.
But for more than twenty-nine years,
it was home to my family and me.
My three children played in the backyard,
outside the kitchen door.
Now the lawn is hushed and quiet,
for no one gathers there anymore.
The house was big and old-fashioned
and in need of so many repairs.
But it was filled to the rafters with love
and a family that still really cares.
Several years have passed by since
we left that house in our hometown.
Where friends, relatives, and playmates
so frequently gathered around.
Time and progress do not stand still,
the years go by much too fast.
But, oh just for a day or two,
how I would love to relive the past
When my family lived in that old house,
so many years ago...
Those fond memories are the happiest
that I believe I will ever know.
--Agnes Carrington McAndrews
