Fried okra, baking powder biscuits, milk gravy, and fresh ground pork sausage seasoned with sage. Running and playing in open fields, crawdaddy fishing in a nearby creek, walks along dusty gravel roads, time spent with sisters, brothers, cousins. And there were grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles—and plenty of "yuns" and "y'alls" to go around. Childhood memories. We lived in the north but our style was distinctly southern.
A short and slightly plump lady with an unmistakeable southern drawl, Aunt Bonnie was a presence throughout my childhood. She was a devoted, sincere lady who loved her family dearly.
She and my Uncle Ted, who died unexpectedly earlier this year, were a team. When she needed something done, he was the willing assistant—usually with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. I will have fond memories of them always.