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Picking up pecans in Georgia

My husband is a North Georgia boy. He grew up next to Emory University in Atlanta and didn’t have the privilege of pecan trees in his yard. I did. My mother and daddy’s yard in South Georgia – Albany, to be exact (pronounced All-benny by those in the know) – had a couple of aging... »

My mother’s china

When I was a little girl, I didn’t appreciate my mother’s china – or her crystal, or the drop-leaf mahogany table where I inevitably got stuck with a leg in front of me at dinner parties. But now, I wish I could tell her that those two or three times a year when we have... »