Her “pound” cakes were so good. I remember she baked one and I carried it for her to a older couple who lived in a store front building between a grocery store and a feed store in our small south Georgia town. These two old people were appreciative. This homemade cake was a way God had given my mother to express His love. actually, I think each person is intended to be a way God expresses His love in the world now…..my mother’s example encourages me…..
Dad/Papa
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