Mom was a wiz in the kitchen, too. She was never afraid to try something new. When circumstances found us with 105 rabbits one summer, she was even able to find a close friend to fry some of them at a local Kentucky Fried Chicken for a change of pace. Mom could also take anything Dad gave her and turn it into a delicious and rich casserole. Usually fresh veggies and meat in a homemade, creamy gravy topped with a flaky crust. They were often the first dish to be scraped clean out our church potlucks. Generosity was a word that I learned early whilst growing up. Mom and Dad would often invite people into our home to share our evening meal with our family. Whether they were friends from our church, my father’s construction coworkers, or even complete strangers who happened to knock on our door to sell us encyclopedias or cleaning products they never got up from the table still hungry.