“There is no one else who means to me what a sister means. No one whose mind can go back with me to the old home scenes. Who knows just how our mother looked when we were little.” – Vintage Card Saturday mornings started slow and lazy around our home. Mother usually cooked a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and biscuits or chocolate and tomato gravy with her biscuits. Sometimes she would make homemade cinnamon rolls. That was an extra […]
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