It is springtime in southeast Georgia, which can only mean one thing - family reunions. As we mourn the passing of Thomas' Grandma Libby we are again reminded why the south can hold it's own in the hospitality industry. In the time of your deepest grief, they are there, casseroles in hand to comfort you. What we would have known as the "Lutheran Basement Ladies" growing up, are known as Baptists in the south. These ladies were a group from the upper mid-west who could feed an army and make them forget their woes in a dish of jello. It started when they would build the foundation for the churches, they would put the kitchen in the basement so the women could feed the workers as the building progressed. They grew such a reputation for their fine cooking that they became known as the "Lutheran Basement Ladies".
Before you have had a chance to digest the last meal, the next gathering is upon you. This family reunion is in Sardis, Georgia across from the old saw mill. It is always the Sunday before Easter. Everyone brings a dish and the kids enjoy an Easter egg hunt. Again, we gorge ourselves until we can barely make the hour and a half ride home without falling asleep. Usually when you think of a family reunion, you think of a gathering of strangers that you don't remember their names, but they are all some sort of cousin. Not true in this family. Not only do we get together twice a year (similar to C+E christians, Christmas and Easter) to spend an entire afternoon together, the same family members try to come, which makes it easy to keep up with who's who.
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