Sunday, November 28, 2010
Happy Birthday, Mama
One of the great-nephews is learning to cook. He made deviled eggs for our lunch.
I baked Dorie Greenspan's apple cake to take to the celebration and we headed up to the mountains. I admire my mom more than she knows. She was a few months short of her 18th birthday when I arrived. We kind of grew up together. She has always been my greatest cheerleader. I am sure that I do not tell her enough how much I love her.
My two sisters and my brother still live in Spruce Pine. They all actually live on the same street, Bell Street, named for my grandfather, George Bell. Mama married into the Bell clan, transplants from High Point, NC, when she ran off to Louisiana to join my dad who was in the army. She was 15 years old. She grew up in Spruce Pine, in the Penland community (most famous for Penland School of Crafts). Her parents, always known as Granny and Pa, lived on a farm up on a hill. They died when I was in high school, back in the '70's.
Anyway, quite a few of us were on hand to sing Happy Birthday and watch Mama blow out the candles on her cake.
I hope your wish comes true, Mama!
Bon appétit, my dear mother!