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Aunt Alberta was like my grandmother. She is my grandmother's older sister, and I used to visit every summer from Los Angeles. I don't know if the point was to make sure that my upbringing, and our family, didn't stray too far away from our roots in Georgia, or coincidentally to give my mom a break. Whatever, I loved Aunt Alberta for giving me so much. There was nothing like the food (the farmers market for butter beans, or breakfasts of scrambled eggs with pancakes the size of the skillet),...
Phil Owens
September 06, 2003 | Los Angeles, CA