1918 I inherited a few antique cookbooks that belonged to my great-grandmother, who had passed them onto my mother, and now myself. 1936 1935 This book had a piece of paper in it with my grandmother's handwriting. Look at those costs. Sorry for the dark photos, it's been nothing but dark, rainy, dreary days here lately. Our dear friend in hospice, just one year younger than myself, passed away last night.
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.