She taught me how to bake – she never really measured anything she just saw it, felt it. Which makes sense, each flour is slightly different. She could sense what things needed. 

 

She gave me my love of things that grow. She loved yellow roses. And always had a garden. Rhubarb, corn, beans, tomatoes. I would help her make strawberry rhubarb preserve and it tasted like heaven. 

 

We watched British movies together. She let me watch my first R movie and told me not to tell my mother. And now I love all thing BBC. 

 

She was the wife of Baptist minister, but when I got engaged she told be firmly that I best live with him before I got married, because you don’t know someone till you live with them! She also said be sure you have your own money. 

 

I learned so much from her, and wish that I could have just a few more days to soak in more of her wisdom.

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She also was a writer. Read some of her writings here.