This has been an emotional week. Tuesday was the 17th anniversary of being hired at The Madera Tribune. It also would have been my mother’s 82nd birthday. My mom died 22 years ago. When I was a little girl Mom would put flowers on her mother’s grave every year on her birthday. I don’t have a grave to decorate with flowers because when my mom died she donated her body to science.
It was something she talked about doing for years. Her deepest hope was that by being a medical school cadaver she could help them find a link between diabetes, cardiac and bi-polar diseases. I don’t know what discoveries came from her final adventure, but it was her final request.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. I lost my dad 19 years ago. Those who knew him will remember what a character he was and what a great cook.
At one point in the 1980s he worked for both Greg Marklund at the Fruit Basket and Don Cedarloft at Farnesi’s Restaurant at the same time. His greatest talent in the kitchen was baking pies. He made the lightest, flakiest pie crust you ever tasted. When the Fruit Basket closed a few years ago, it was a little bit like losing my dad all over again...