My Grandmother was one of the strongest women I've ever known.

I lived with her on and off as I was growing up and the one thing I always remember is how I always felt so warm and welcomed in her kitchen. She was from a time when people knew how to be gracious.

She always had food sitting around. (They didn't know about germs and temperature back then. )

And she always had onions sitting on the counter, ready to be added to her great meals.

Mamaw, thank you for the memories.