Mama was Mrs. Southern
Hospitality personified! She
absolutely loved being in the
kitchen.No one made biscuits,
coffee can bread or cornbread
any better, except her own mother. She taught her daughter well.
Southern fried chicken, stewed squash, sweet and sour meatballs, sloppy joes, chicken potpie, and chicken and dumplings; were but just a few of the delicious meals she loved to prepare for those fortunate enough to sit at her table.
Are you hungry yet?
Try adding pound cake, chocolate pudding, peach cobbler, coconut cake, or banana pudding for dessert. You have a fine southern home cooked meal!
Nothing could match sitting around mama’s table. What precious memories
those times were for our family and friends who lingered there, laughing and listening to the sounds of love.
Mama’s nurturing gift of love and hospitality blessed not only our family,
but countless others who dropped in at just the right moment. Seems like there was always room to squeeze in one more at her table, and when there were no places left? Well you were happy to take your plate to the living room or bedroom.
Her love followed you everywhere!
How grateful I am God gave me a glimpse of His table through my precious
mother. She went home to heaven years ago, leaving our family with a rich
legacy of faith, hope, and love. How we miss her, but we’ll see her again,
on that glad day when God calls His children home.
Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her. There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all.
. . . and this lovely lady taught her daughter well . . . this is a beautiful tribute to your beautiful mother . . . thank you, Glenda. . . and we will be at that table . . . .
Oh yes, we will and what a happy day that will be. The best is yet to come!
Beautiful lady, beautiful memories………..how well I remember those times at her table! She always had a smile and good food…….I do remember the sloppy joes! Happy Mother’s Day to you Glenda! I’m looking forward to seeing many precious Lottie people in Heaven!
Happy Mother’s Day to you my precious Lottie friend!! I remember those times you came to my home and also the times I was in yours. Were not those just the best days…so so many memories that warm my heart. Yes, Lottie must have a special area in heaven. There are so many there….O what a happy day that will be when we are reunited there with family and friends.
Thanks for stopping by. I always love your comments.
Give our love to Jackie and please come see us! It’s your turn!
Wow, what a blessing! You’ve described your mom just the way she was. Happy Mother’s Day to you.
Thank you my dearest friend!
This is such a beautiful post, Glenda – and your mom is DARLING!
Gathering the family around the table is SOOO important and I’m amazed at how rarely it happens anymore in the times we’re living. On Sunday nights we actually serve a home-cooked meal in our house to a rag-tag group of young adults who have no “family” so to speak – broken homes, far from home, etc. We love this age group and hope that by plugging into their lives with a little food and fun and prayer, that we can help them through this transition time into “real” adulthood.
Happy Mother’s Day to you!
Thanks Becky. Yes my mom was special! She died last August…was 89 years old. Those memories of sitting around her table are more precious with the passing of time.
So glad to hear the dinner table is important to you and family! Sounds like many are being blessed on those Sunday evenings You welcome them into your home and life.
Keep up the good work…you are making a difference in the lives of many…myself included!
Oh Glenda, this brought back some wonderful memories of my grandma’s cooking! Thanks!
Thanks Vonda! Have a blessed Mothers Day tomorrow!
What a touching post… so heart warming.
Thanks for your “heart-warming” comment Jan!
Wow, I remember so well all those times at your home and your mother’s cooking and love. Happy Mother’s Day, my love!
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Thank you….Seems like just yesterday when you sat at our table the very first time.