In this picture, I have a cousin, a neighbor, an old friend and a new friend and me. Can you guess which one I am? Somebody called me Betty Rubble. Now do you know?
The table was beautiful with delightful little sandwiches, cheese wafers,and all the customary food. You know here in the South, especially if the hostess is a Georgia Girl, we will have salted pecans, homemade cheesestraws, and chicken salad or pimento cheese, and little pecan pie tarts. There was more of course, but I was too busy "shooting the breeze", "chewing the fat" "chit chatting" to notice.The red Gerber daisys were so vibrant.