My childhood was like a Norman Rockwell painting.I was raised in Ft Worth Texas, but my Grandparents lived on a 5,000 acre cattle ranch about 30 miles from Ft Worth called "The Little Hoss Ranch" and I was also raised there.My grandfather was a cowboy and he was the ranch manager.Although the ranch was owned by someone else my family saw it as our home,and to this day when I think of a childhood home,I think of the ranch.It was part of my life as far back as I can remember.It was the beginning of food memories for me...eating watermelon on the front steps...waiting with anticipation for the homemade ice cream to get ready...Sunday dinners...birthdays...4th of July cook outs...picnics and socials on Fall Creek...my grandmother was an amazing cook and food was a part of our lives that transcended just nourishment for the body but was nourishment for your soul...it brought family,friends and neighbors together...it was used to comfort in times of need and sadness...it was used to celebrate the good times...it was a thread that wove through the fabric of our lives and bound us all together.... just something I thought I would share with yall...
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 14:15:19 +0000
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