My love of Martha came quite unexpectedly…

My family tree is trimmed with a cultural heritage to be proud of. The German, Welsh, & Swiss cultures adorn the paternal tree with unwavering strength, stability and wisdom, while the Italian, French & Spanish (Spain) cultures add to it a magnificent maternal mixture of light, beauty and flare.

My family tree is a proverbial bag of mixed nuts and fruit to say the least. Each culture brings a vast array of food for the tummy, knowledge for the mind and strength for the soul. Believe me, I CAN COOK. I dreamed as a little girl that I would someday grow into “June Cleaver” and have my own “white picket fence” fairy tale. You can laugh all you want, but it’s true. 

My mother taught my 3 sisters and myself to cook, clean, and keep house from a very young age. She taught us about our rich heritage and how to be ladies. She is a remarkable woman who married the perfect man. Yes ladies, the perfect man DOES exist!! My daddy is my hero…he and I have always had a special connection. We share a love of the outdoors, sports, books and political views. We argue, but what can I say, we are just too much alike sometimes. Growing up was an adventure and we had an amazing childhood. My beautiful sisters grew into elegant women, as did I; the only difference is that I am laced with a “tomboyish” streak just like my mother.