One day Mrs. Bectel died. Surely her daughter would now bake and sell the cookies.
But she hadn't even given it to her daughter. The recipe died with the Mrs. Bectel.
That may well have been the worst tragedy in husband's young life. And when we married I heard about Mrs. Bectel's wonderful sugar cookies.
I loved to bake and I tried to make some. They were always so-o-o close, but not quite.
Last month, when sister and brother-in-love stopped in to tell us good-by on their way to Florida for the winter, she handed him a package of sugar cookies.
He smiled and opened the package. He took out a cookie and put it to his lips. He closed his eyes . . .
And savored the flavor. Almost, almost . . . He tried another to make sure.
What are some of your favorite memories?