I come from a long line of durable women. The leader of the pack is Anita aka Auntie Neats. This women is the definition of strength. I can’t recall a time when she didn’t have her own personal viewpoint about something. Anything. Salt even.
As a girl, my weekends were spent in her kitchen. She talked and cooked and cleaned without ever coming up for air. She lit the same fire whether she was entertaining 2 people or a crowd of 200. She taught me how to make gumbo. She was the definition of fabulous.
Anita is turning 70. We’re going to Vegas because I guess seventy is the new 50 and she wants to party. I called her to get some insights on what her expectations were. We talked for a while on the ins and outs of planning a girls weekend.
Something happens as people get older. They talk less about themselves and more about others. I received the update on everyone from her granddaughter to her mother-in-law. We did not talk about career, money or politics. She was filling me in on her world at this stage of the game and it centered around people. It made me think about what’s really at stake in this life.
At the end of the day, at least in Anita’s world, it all comes down to relationships. Her world is comprised of the people who have participated in her life for the last seventy years. It’s a lot to celebrate.
I suspect when I am seventy, I will be talking about Auntie Neats. At the very least, I’ll be mentioning her gumbo.
My intention was to give you the recipe, but she wouldn’t let me have it. It’s her secret recipe. She said she wasn’t done with it quite yet. However, she did invite everyone over to have a bowl.