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| My Dad loved her chicken the best. Grandma Vivian fried the most delicious chicken up in her 2nd story apartment in Lemoyne every Sunday. |
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| She taught my sister and I to make it, telling us we would delight the heart of our Dad if we learned well and cooked it often, for it was his favorite all his life, she would say |
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| Her kitchen was teensy, but she could fry like the best of them |
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| Grandma once told us that if there was a way at all to return from the dead to get a message to this side, she would find it and come back. My sister and I have a silly myth. We joke that she returns in Spring as a Redbird. Every spring, a redbird comes and perches outside of my Kitchen window. I wonder if the LORD might allow this unique and hilarious woman one last way to delight her kin each Spring? |
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| My Fried Chicken is almost as yummy as the Sunday Chicken dinners I remember all those years ago. But Only my own dear Mother can fry a yummier chicken! Here's to Grandma and My JRB Mom I love you both so deeply. |
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Boy did we give Grandma a hard time when we were kids. Do you remember when we took our dolls in the wagon and ran away one Friday afternoon while she was keeping us? We stayed out until dark under the neighbor's big pine tree. She was pretty merciful for the Fright we must have given her. And none of us ever did tell Mom or Dad! for Shame!!
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