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Miss Marietta's |
She would tell you these stories whenever you visited her in her home.
Then from her kitchen you could smell all the wonderful aroma [of] her
French Creole cooking.
For on the plantation where she was a child and grew up she learned all the wonderdful
secret recipes and brought them here to Turnerville.
And when you came to her house, you expected to eat with her whatever she had that day,
whether it be crawfish bisque, etouffe, gumbo, delicious bread pudding,
a little demitasse of French-drip coffee or a glass of wine.
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Miss Marietta's |
She entertained you like you were royalty, and whenever you came into this house,
you felt welcomed, you felt cheerfulness, you felt a pleasant surroundings,
of being nurtured, and you just didn't want to leave.
Once you got here you just wanted to stay and stay and stay.
And Marietta had this way about, bringing out in other people their need to be in a
safe place, a home.
And this is what she created for us here in Turnerville, was a wonderful home,
where we had plenty of love and affection.
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