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          Mamie's House...a beautiful home in Somerset, Pennsylvania, where there was so much love, and lots of fun in the kitchen.  A special, elegant white house with a wonderful high front porch, complete with comfy rockers and carriage seat swings.  Many times my dear grandmother, whom we lovingly called Mamie, and I would sit in those swings, happily chatting as we snapped green beans, peeled apples or potatoes, prepared yummy Queen Anne cherries for canning and those tart red ones to be transformed into wonderful pies or jam...and blackberries, bushels of them!  I can still smell the kettles of jams and jellies boiling on the coal fueled iron stove, the fruit pies and other fabulous gifts of love browning in the oven.  And the candy!  Taffy pulls, toffee...
 

          Mamie and I were a great pair in the kitchen.  She and my mother taught me so much about cooking, and even more about true values in life and the joy of a God-centered, loving family.  It's no wonder that some of my fondest childhood memories are of Mamie and Mamie's House.

Suzanne