Memories of the past – Carole J. Garrison

Journeys End

My mother, GG, was dead at ninety-nine years of age. She was on her last journey and it was okay.

“Like her name, so is she . . .”

I convinced a family friend who belonged to a rather unorthodox Jewish congregation to name her in his temple for two of the women I loved best in this world.

Finding My Roots

“I could feel the tracks on my cheeks burned into my memory from the tears I had shed in Sokolka.”

The Fire

“Words did not matter. We were celebrating life, we were celebrating community, and trust abounded.”

Mandelbrot, Mushy Meatloaf and WWII War Effort Recipes

The pandemic has made cooks of many of us. We’ve become shut-ins looking for a tasty treat to brighten the day. So here is to us. Share it, enjoy it, and remember GG. I do.