My mom's cousin, Fern Wilkerson, has been on my mind. She was a super calm lady. Never saw her angry and she was always cooking. One of my favorites (besides the rolls and cow butter) is Poor Man Cake from the depression. I had been in touch with Dorothy Jean, but had not gotten the original recipe so I tried to bake from memory. MISTAKE. Ate it anyway. If you know my health history, you know I have neuropathy. I don't have very good balance. When I walk, my feet become so sore the next day is miserable. Anyway, I just was eating and sitting and getting wider each day. I saw one of these in the campground and decided I needed one. I love it. I have freedom. This is poor Gary putting it together. Thank goodness I have him in my life.