My strongest memories of spending time with Memaw are going on vacation in her motor home with Grampa Tom and spending time in her kitchen. When I think about crawling out of bed and straight into the kitchen barstools, I see bacon and oatmeal and her electric stove. She see the many dishes she taught me to make. The copper molds on the walls. Pot roast. Her walk in pantry. Her breadbox. This weekend, I taught my teenage daughter how to make Memaw's gumbo. It will be our tradition during the holidays. We miss you Memaw!