Since the last issue of RH, my grandmother Rose passed away. What a wonderful life she led during her 100 years on the planet. I'm going to miss her, not just because she was a great lady, but because she represented a way of life that has sadly faded in this country. In my youth, Sunday dinner was always at her house, and it was no mere meal; it was an event. In the kitchen was an army of women preparing enough food to feed 20 or so family members who had no intention of budging from the ...

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