15 Years Later: Never Forget 9/11

9/11/2016 marks the 15th anniversary of the terrorist attacks waged against our nation on September 11, 2001.

9/11 will forever be a day steeped in raw emotions.

Sheer disbelief.


Fear of the unknown and sorrow of the now known.

We watched and listened as graphic carnage and deliberate decimation unfolded before our eyes in real time with no filter, no delay button, no censorship.

I wandered aloud “my God, is this our new normal?”


The Sept. 14, 2001, cover of TIME

I have a hard time remembering what I did yesterday, but I will forever remember every detail, every phone call, and every emotion I experienced that fateful September Tuesday morning in 2001.

I bet you do too.

9/11 flag

9/11 will forever remain the day our nation felt a collective numbness out of shock and sorrow for the innocent and the innocence killed in the terrorist attacks.

Gladys Knight’s beautiful version of “The Way We Were” and the haunting lyric “Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow” never fails to turn my thoughts to the morning of September 11, 2001.

What’s too painful to remember we should never choose to forget.

Never Forget 9/11.

“In time, perhaps, we will mark the memory of September the 11th in stone and metal — something we can show children as yet unborn to help them understand what happened on this minute and on this day.

But for those of us who lived through these events, the only marker we’ll ever need is the tick of a clock at the 46th minute of the eighth hour of the 11th day. We will remember where we were and how we felt. We will remember the dead and what we owe them. We will remember what we lost and what we found.

And in our time, we will honor the memory of the 11th day by doing our duty as citizens of this great country, freedom’s home and freedoms defender.”

-George W. Bush

The World Will Always Remember 9/11


National September 11 Memorial South Pool

Evil acts tested the stamina, fortitude and resilience of our nation, her citizens, the brave men and women of our military, police, fire and medical departments and city, state and national officials.

We are a changed world.

We may carry and live with the scars, but one thing is certain- The United States of America will never be broken.

Bumped, and perhaps even bruised, but never, ever broken.

We mustn’t allow that to ever happen.

Together we are better.


We are the United States of America.

We differ from one another on many points, views and opinions, but when all is said and done, we are one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.





Flight 93 National Memorial

Through trying times and the best of times, Dave and I never lose sight of our freedoms and how proud we are to be Americans. May God Bless this great nation we call the home, The United States of America.

The Southern Dinner Table Part 2

We’re moving on up and over a few states to the country road, rolling hills and mountains of East Tennessee for the Southern Dinner Table Part 2.

see-rock-cityTake me home, country roads and See Rock City signs!

Southern in style with only the slightest hint of hillbilly coming through, the delicious differences that set the Southern dinner table in Tennessee style defined the spirit of what coming together for a meal is really all about.

Up first in the Texas vs. Tennessee Southern dinner table comparison taste tests is bread.  In the thoughts and palettes of my Texas and Tennessee family there was and is no room for discussion.

When in Texas, fresh soft white bread places in a bread and butter saucer graced the dinner and supper table.

When in Tennessee, cornbread is considered the bread of life.


A hot black skillet swimming in Crisco seasoned the cornbread batter made from White Lily meal.

The thought process among the ladies that cook cornbread from scratch is that White Lily flour adds extra lovin’ for the oven, and guarantees the perfect golden crisp crust on the bottom, top, and edges.


Home grown tomatoes either fried or topped with a thin layer of mayonnaise and a thick dusting of fine black pepper claimed the title of table staple.


Fresh vegetables were more the rule than the exception.


In the Texas kitchens, grease, and plenty of it, played an intricate role in the flavor quotient.


The Care and Keeping of Bacon Grease

There was never any misunderstanding of the theory of the Tennessee Southern dinner table.

The recipe to make it work was one part the way it used to be done mixed with one part the way it used to be done.  In other words, forget about teaching these old dogs a new trick.

The ladies of Fountain City, Northwood, Oakwood and central Louisiana stood in an unairconditioned kitchen cooking from mid-morning until late afternoon.  My paternal grandmother and her sisters believed cooking was meant to be an all day event.

Louisianians are also known for our epic all day into all night cooking marathons.

Slow and low- just the way Southern flavor intended.


Practicality suited this anything but pretentious crowd, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

A framed copy of Eric Enstom’s Grace appropriately hung on the breakfast nook wall, the one memento I requested to have “one day.”  Wafer thin china plates perfectly matched to equally thin iced tea glasses completed the last step before calling the men into the kitchen dining area for dinner.



That’s right.  The women and girls moved into the living room where we sat patiently in the air conditioning waiting for the men to eat dinner.

An archaic practice at first impression, this was the way it was done in my grandmother’s home, her mother’s home, and her mother’s mother’s home.


Size and space, or lack thereof.

The kitchens in the homes of my Tennessee family members were small spaces of utilitarian works.

Kitchen design and decor of the north, south, east, and west has come a long way, baby.

Grits and biscuits may be a Southern thing, but lack of space is a universal thing.


I don’t believe nor make the claim that the South holds the patent on dinner table philosophies.

What I do know from first hand experience and delicious feedback is there is a shared conclusion among the converted faithful who have witnessed, experienced, and savored the mechanics of the Southern dinner table that it is truly a unique case study of common threads running deep through blended traditions.

“Tell me what you eat, I’ll tell you who you are.”

~Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

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