Joan Schrauth

I called her Grandma Joan - though she wasn´t my grandmother, that´s how I always thought of her. I was fortunate to grow up close to my cousins, who felt more like brothers and sisters, and "GJ" was a constant, loving presence in all our lives. Some of my fondest childhood memories were spent in her backyard swimming pool, surrounded by laughter and the warmth she so naturally brought to everyone around her. She made these sour cream cookies that, at first, sounded weird but were amazing...