Cousins and Cabbage
My cell phone rang during a reunion with my Elder cousins held in Iowa the last weekend in July. The caller ID showed an incoming call from my neighbor, Ida Mae, from Colorado, inviting me to share in a small sampling from her glorious garden. My heart nearly broke as I informed her that I would love to partake, but it would be quite a trek from my Iowa motel room to her backyard. “Oh, well, when you get back just give me a call,” she said. I promised with all of my heart to do just that and went back to a party filled with childhood memories. To understand that last statement, you need to understand a different era in a place called Kansas; a time when families gathered for Sunday dinner following church. There were no weekend activities like volleyball or softball tournaments for the kids. No television, so certainly no Sunday foot...