09/02/2026
Today marks 15 years since my Mamaw Winnie Williams (Mimmie) passed away.
She was one of the greatest influences in my life, especially when it came to cooking. Along with my mom, my dad, my Uncle Prentice, my second mom and babysitter Evelyn, and now my Aunt Maxine, she helped shape the cook—and the woman—I am today.
Every Sunday after church, we gathered at Mamaw’s house for Sunday dinner. Those meals were about so much more than food. They were about family, fellowship, laughter, kindness, and love.
Mamaw cooked three meals a day for her family, the to***co farmers, and whoever else happened to be around. If you came to her house, you were going to be fed—and if you didn’t eat, she was offended! That was simply who she was. Feeding people was one of the ways she showed her love.
She always welcomed me into her kitchen and let me help. She taught me that food is not just about ingredients—it is about serving others, bringing people together, and showing them that they are loved.
Mamaw was one of the most loving and godly women I have ever known. I will always be thankful for every prayer she prayed, every lesson she taught me, and every bit of love she gave me. I can only hope to become just a pinch of the woman she was.
I will forever miss you, Mamaw. I love you with all my heart, and I hope I am making you proud. Because of our faith in Jesus, I know this is not goodbye forever. I will see you again in Heaven one day. ❤️
“Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.”
—Proverbs 31:28 KJV
