As a kid, I can remember visiting my maternal grandmother every Sunday. It was the Lord’s day, yes, but also the day that all of my aunts, uncles and cousins came together to celebrate being a family. We would all pack into my grandmother’s house that raised five of her six six children, all of her grandchildren and several of her great-grandchildren. She would cook for us the recipes of our lineage, Southern-style soul food specifically from Pittsburg, Texas. We’d scrape our plates and go for seconds, being sure to save room for her cakes so good that they put my mom through nursing school. All of this came to a halt the day that she started to slow down and within a few years decided to accept my mom’s offer of moving into our home. Now, four generations of my family cohabitate and I’m better for it. My Husband, Daughter And I Moved In A Year After Granny Did I was living in New York during the days leading up to my grandmother moving into my childhood home. My mother was also in...
