Robert Kent Peck 1951-1997, in red cowboy shirt All
my life, my family has called me "Sis". Now that there are only three
of us, hearing "Sis" comes less and less frequently. That fact pulls out
stories about a few of those times.
My
brother Robert was born January 14, 1951. Then about eleven months
later, I was born on December 4, 1951. We were inseparable, sometimes
enemies and sometimes friends. But, always always we were ready to be
there for the other.
Robert
was able to talk me into cook or bake a treat for him. How, I don't
know. "Sis...let's make some..." only he did not do the work.
He
convinced me to make deep-fried onion rings on Sunday afternoon. My
hair smelled like onions even when we went to church at night. Had to
shampoo several times to remove that odor. Then he thought frying up
some bologna sounded good and I made that for him.
But, Robert's favorites were anything sweet. Again, he would say, "Sis...let's make some..." I would sigh, but there would quickly be some dessert of any type.
Here
are some of his favorites, taken from Mom's cook book given to her as a
wedding present in 1946. The binding is gone, pages fragile and
crumbling. Lots of splatters and wear speak volumes.
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| God bless Betty Crocker. |
