It takes a tribe...

Next to every recipe in my mother's recipe books is the name of the person who gave it to her...someone who meant something to her, who laughed with her, baked with her and had tea with her. Someone she helped or heard. Someone she loved more than herself. My mother's memories were wonderfully full of a tribe of beautiful and strong women who impacted her life. Here are four of them...who played a pivotal part in my mother's life. A few were still there when Alzheimers took her from us in such a cruel way...but I believe that because of them, my mom always knew and understood she was blessed.