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Chak Dimanch, moun k'ap fè peche, ak pèp Bondye a te montre nan kay grandma Allison la. Pa gen envitasyon ki nesesè, pa gen okenn mank manje - poul fri, pòmdetè kraze ak sòs, fri okra, ak plis ankò. Te kwizin nan anpil, men nou tout anfòm nan - buttermilk biskwit cho soti nan dife pou chofe fou a. Lapriyè, Lè sa a, pase asyèt yo - tout ale. Kids tout kote, klakan pòt yo, kache nan chanm yo anwo kay ak desann. Soti nan etab nan gwo, moun diskite sou bèt, ak lè oswa si koupe bwa a ankò. Fi rilaks sou pyès devan kay la wraparound. Bannann pouding pou desè! Chita sou 70 + kawo tè, ak apeprè 55 nan Woods.
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Every Sunday, sinners, and saints showed up at Grandma Allison’s house. No invitation necessary, no shortage of food – fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, fried okra, and more. The kitchen was crowded, yet we all fit in — buttermilk biscuits hot out of the oven. Prayer, then pass the dishes – all gone. Kids everywhere, slamming doors, hiding in the bedrooms upstairs and down. Out in the big barn, men discuss livestock, and when or if to cut the timber again. Women relax on the wraparound porch. Banana pudding for dessert! Sitting on 70+ acres, with approximately 55 in woods.