It’s sometimes the simplest things that trigger a memory. Ask Bobbi A Chukran who grew up in grapevine, Texas on fried chicken and turnip greens.
She says, “My paternal grandmother was a sharecropper’s daughter. When I was growing up, so many of my stories have that Southern feel to them. Deep down, I feel lots more Southern than I do Texan, even though I was born here. My childhood was all about putting out trot-lines for catfish, not riding horses and herding cattle.
And by the way, I have a big old iron cauldron filled with hens-and-chicks just like my great-grandmother’s. It sits on my back patio underneath a shade tree.”
Yeah, yeah, I also have a love of hens-and-chicks because they grew by my grandmothers back door. Never have liked catfish. Point is, what we share is larger than our differences.
Check out Bobbi’s blog http://southern-fried-stories.blogspot.com/