Mama Geraldine's rocking chair was nothing special, battered and worn from decades of raising children, grandkids and the latest great grand baby. But for Mama, it held all her favorite memories.

If no baby was around, Mama would rock while smocking matching outfits for my twins, Jackson and Lindsey. Rocking in that old chair never failed to bring back precious memories of family gatherings from days gone by. 

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Mama's rocking chair is just as much a symbol of love and devotion as her irresistible cheese straws, created only by the loving hands of
Mama Geraldine.