When my parents divorced I spent a lot of time between my paternal and maternal grandparents. Both of my parents worked a lot and when I was growing up you were most likely "baby sat" by family. I loved going to Mama Cook's house. We didn't do any TV watching during the day, but there was a huge farm to run around. We played horse on the gas tank in the back yard, we built " houses" in the trees where we pretended to live, we ran and climbed and pretended all over that place!
One day I was in the kitchen with Mama Cook and she was beginning to make lunch, I loved to help her cook. I was fascinated with all that she did, cooking, sewing, gardening, all of it. Anyway she started a batch of biscuits, just like she did every day, and I said " Mama Cook, why do you make biscuits every day?" (Nobody else I knew made biscuits everyday!) She responded " If I didn't have biscuits on that table every meal I think your Daddy Cook would divorce me." I laughed with her, but it made me stop to think. This couple was invincible, there was no such thing as divorce in their world. They had raised 7 kids, took in family members, weathered loss and love and need and there was just no way they would give up, especially over biscuits. But just in case they were there every day!
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