Earline Widmer, Judy’s mother, at work in her garden.
My mother was a Southern belle from Alabama when she met my father, a self-assured gent from New Jersey, during WWII. When they settled in New Jersey, she talked a farmer into growing okra for her. (He didn’t have a clue what it was.) She’s no longer with us, but SL gives me the opportunity to visit with her every month and remember her smiling at me as I make my fried okra and sweet tea.
—Judy Albolino, Hackensack, NJ