
She was born 100 years ago at the beginning of the 20th Century to a nondescript Texas family who scrapped out a living by sharecrop farming. She was the fifth child in a family of nine. She learned firsthand how to "make do" at home and then as a young wife living in construction camps. My father worked as a highway construction superintendent all around Arizona during the depression.
My mother became an exceptional cook on a camp stove no less. Her cooking style was basically Texas/Southern. She cooked basic country, stick to your ribs food. She made incredible fried chicken, potato salad, pies and an array of other dishes. Sadly, I have never been able to even come close to the excellence she achieved with chicken.
I was raised in rural Northern Arizona during WWII. We had a farm and we lived off of what we grew and raised. We always had beef and we also usually had game, deer and elk my dad brought home during hunting season. Probably one of my favorite meals Mother prepared was chicken fried venison breakfast steaks with bisquits and gravy. It was wonderful.
I suppose we were poor. We didn't have as much as some but I know we had a lot more than others. We made do and I never felt deprived. And although I was an only child I was never lonely. I had dogs and horses and cows and goats and sometimes pigs to entertain me. It was a lovely childhood. Looking back, it was almost magical.
I never cooked as a child, never had any particular interest in it. Why should I when I could tromp through the woods with my dog or my friends.
Not until I was married did I ever really think much about cooking. My assumption was that I had a goodly share of intelligence and I could read, so a cookbook and intent was all it took. What was the big deal? You had a family, you cook, so I did. Then, what I realized was, I had learned to cook from my mother. I learned to "make do," learned to innovate, learned, in essence to "punt."

Those skills I unwittingly absorbed from my mother have served me well, and for that and many, many other things she taught me, I thank her with all my heart.
I miss her.