Have you ever noticed how English Ivy grows? How
it intertwines and connects one thing to another? How it ends up covering
everything in it path?
The recipes and stories we past down from one generation
to another are like the English Ivy. It is the vehicle that connects the
past with the present and keeps the memories of those Paris' alive for
the future generations. When those stories and recipes get spread around
from families to families, it makes it possible for the Generations to
spread the knowledge (stories) around from one to another. While
each sprig of Ivy branches off into yet another direction to create another
family tree. Sometime that sprig gets broken because of deaths or bad
feelings.
For every relations that I have lost, I have gained
Relatives that I have never met before. I have lost grandparents, a father,
a mother, aunts, uncles, and yes ... a sister. All have died, except the
sister.
My oldest sister decided back in January 1992 that
she wanted to be an only child. She was tired of being connected and having
to share everything with her sisters. [But thats another story
that I wont get into right now.]
I would like to thank all the Paris' out there who
were so patient with me while I was compiling this cookbook. I was suppose
to have it done for one of our September Reunions. Here I am still pounding
away at the keyboard.
Thanks, Appreciation & Dedication...
Iwould also like to express my heartfelt thanks
and appreciation to all those Paris' who donated and helped with their time,
recipes, photos, letters of encouragement, and contributed in any way to
the publication of this "ParisTimes Pioneers Family Cookbook (What's
Cookin')" of delicious delicacies.
A very special thanks goes out to the memory of all
"Past Personable Paris' Chefs." I dedicate this book to them
all. May the good memories of the Paris' before us live on through their
recipes and stories.
A
special dedication goes to the memory of my mother, Vada Eileen Paris-McGill
for all the trials and tribulations that she might have gone through in
her lifetime, May we remember her for the good times, memories and smells
that filled our home during the holidays.
Ican only imagine all the delicious aromas
that might have filled her life as a young girl in a family of Scots,
Irish, French, Dutch and Bohemians. My mother never talked that much of
her background. So I piece together what I can find. I have found allot
of good connections out here on the cyber-highway. I thank you all for
making that connection with me. ------- Thank-You!
What I do know is that Vada was the oldest daughter,
the fourth child of nine siblings. There were six boys and three girls.
Being the oldest daughter, Vada was like a mother to the younger siblings.
There was Leslie, Alvin, Vernon, Vada, Zella, Kenneth, Sam, Geneva, and
Ernest Jr (EJ).
Special Ingredients Makes Generations...
They are but one part of the ingredients that has gone
into the casserole dish that makes up my inner beings. All my relatives,
whether they know it or not, have taught me how to make the best of whatever
comes my way.
It has given me the ingredients for my survival
so that I may continue to grow and overcome the obstacles that get put
in the paths that I choose to take now or later. Besides giving me the
ability to survive, it has given me something to pass on to my children.
The legacy and the experiences that we have accumulated over the past
years will be etched in our lives and minds as ancient family folklore
that we may pass down to our future generations as a footnote on 'How
to Survive'. Enabling the next generation to have what it takes to make
the best of what Life has to offer them.
Let Us Remember...
Let us get back to the smells that filled the
Holidays. The fresh bake breads, the cinnamon rolls, the home made pies,
the home made noodles, and other fresh bake delicacies coming from our Grandmothers'
kitchens.
You can find most of those recipes
in this cookbook. I have yet to master my mothers melt in your mouth
pie crusts. I have included her recipe in this book. Maybe someday I will
get the technique down to the art my Grandmother, Auntie Jim, Aunt Geneva,
and My Mother had developed.
The pleasant memories that those aromatic smells bring
to mind will remain with me throughout my life. I hope this book will help
preserve those memories for you, also.