Maybe I’m missing my Mom, are you? She’s been gone a long time but when my mother was younger the family would gather for some kind of cookout at my folks’ house. She was definitely the matriarch in those days, a Southern woman who could whip up greens, black eyed peas, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, pimento and cheese and of course, potato salad southern style with bacon and a splash of mustard. Dad would be in charge of the burgers and hot dogs. It never varied, the menu was always the same and always good.
My whole family would be there. It was always a treat to go to my parents’ house. As my folks got older, we kids took over the cooking but added something. My parents were meticulous about their yard and flowers so when they were unable to do the gardening, we kids did it. It always started with a trip to a garden shop somewhere off Emerson Avenue where we’d load up on geraniums, petunias, marigolds and begonias. We’d turn their front and back yard into a picture worth sending the Better Homes and Garden magazine.
Did I mention they had a pool? It was a little slice of paradise right in Northeast Indianapolis. My folks are gone now but my brothers and I have carried on the tradition with our own families at Mother’s Day. I am blessed to be near my children and grandchildren who always create a wonderful day for me with delicious food. One day they may even come out and put my garden in for me and bring all the food.
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