Berry Inez Lott - Chocolate Cakes: The 20 Best Recipes Ever! Kindle Edition

Disclaimer -- All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form, or by any means, including mechanical or electronic, without written permission from the author. While the author has made every effort to ensure that the ideas, guidelines and information printed in this eBook are safe, they should be used at the readers discretion. The author cannot be held responsible for any personal or commercial damage arising from the application or misinterpretation of information presented herein. Table of Contents (It's not the same as the one above!!! Other Books by Inez Lott Berry Recipes from the Southern Heart Volume 1 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HZXJ20Y Recipes from the Southern Heart Volume 2 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LVAJKHC Recipes from the Southern Heart Volume 3 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RC4MPU0 Inez Lott Berry and Margaret Berry Lolita Inez Lott was born on July 25, 1903, the eldest child of William Henry Lott and Leila Elizabeth Way Lott. It is said that William was reading Spanish literature at the time and loved the sound of her name.

Though she had loving parents, her childhood was scarred. She lost one little sister to a horrific fire accident, and another to milk sickness. When she was 12, her familys house burned down. She always remembered the two fires vividly and with great sadness. She was the first in her family to finish high school. She went to Business College in Charleston the next year.

In 1920, she was a stenographer in a law office. In 1919, because a beau, Benjamin Cicero Berry, threatened to get on the train and go off to the World War I and never come back, she walked with him to the preachers house to marry him. When her distraught mother heard from Inez little brother Harrod about the imminent wedding, she called the preachers house to try to stop it. The preacher, upon hearing the ringing phone, hesitated, whereupon the nervous groom quietly said, Let er ring, Preacher, let er ring. Cicero ended up serving during the Great War in Jacksonville, Florida. Inez and Cicero had three daughters; Frances, Margaret, and Delane, whom they called DeeDee.

They had nine grandchildren who adored their Mummie and Papa. Inez went to work for Dorchester County in 1928. She was the one of only three businesswoman in the county. All the rest were men. She loved working. The men with whom she worked must have been astounded by her quick learning, her grace, her natural class, her abundant abilities, and her quick and witty humor.

When she was about 50, Inez began suffering from bipolar disorder, for which, in those days, there was very little help save shock treatment. Always a subdued and refined woman, she dealt with her disease with courage and determination. Years later, when her granddaughter, Marjorie, studied the genealogy of the family, it became obvious that Inez was only one of several members of her mother Leilas birth family who endured depression or bipolar disorder. Inezs family carries the disease still. Though she was born so early in the century, Inez had an extraordinary ability to bend with the times and support what others in her generation never could. When at lunch once in 1975 with Marjorie, another elderly lady seated next to them looked with disdain at a long-haired young man, and muttered, Filthy vermin.

Furious, Inez drew herself up, and said to the woman, My grandsons have long hair, and Ill have you know theyre clean boys! Margaret Margaret was Inez and Ciceros second child. She was a very good child, quiet and well behaved, never a bit of trouble. She was also very studious. She got wonderful grades in school, and, she was the first person on either side of the family to finish college. She taught English at her alma mater, Limestone College, and then she decided that she wanted to travel. And travel she did! She was in the third graduating class of Pan American stewardesses.

Her daughter, Marjorie, always teased and said that it sounded like the Wright Brothers landed and Margaret took off. Wasnt that way at all, of course. Margaret didnt start flying until 1943. She had taken Spanish in college, and she put it to good use. She was based in Miami, and she flew the Caribbean and South America. Hows that for a girl from St.

George, SC? She was doing fine, and then she met that handsome, blue-eyed devil, Gordon, and she was done for. We had kind of hoped she would marry Johnny Compton, whose Daddy owned the Coca-Cola plant over in Summerville. My Mama, Leila Lott, especially wanted her to marry Johnny. She thought the world of him. He was always so kind to Mama, and to Margaret, for that matter. Mama loved Margaret so, and she wanted her close, but twas not to be.

Margaret wanted a handsome, sophisticated man who didnt want to live in SC, and Gordon fit the bill. Can you blame her? While Gordon was overseas with General George Patton, Margaret wrote him often. However, he wasnt the only one she wrote. She wrote his mother too. Now I ask you, how smart is that? Sure enough, when he got home from the war, it wasnt but a minute or so before he proposed. Actually, he didnt propose.

He just told her in April, Were getting married in June. And they did. It was a beautiful June wedding at the Methodist Church. Now mind you, it was South Carolina, so it was a little warm. The church was full of candles, which, by the end of the wedding, were bending a little bit. However, it was a beautiful wedding nonetheless.

Inez wrote it up herself for the local paper, The Dorchester Eagle Record. They had the reception at their house, on Quaker Rd. Here they all are on their front lawn. From left to right thats Inez, her husband Cicero, Margaret, Gordon, Gordons mother Marjorie, his father Gordon, Sr., Margarets sister DeLane, several bridesmaids, and Margarets nephew Benny, her sister Francess son, who was the ring bearer. Doesnt he just look like his granddaddy in his little white suit? Margaret and Gordon raised four kids; Marjorie, Gordon, Greg, and Bill. Inez was a little put out, but she never said anything, that only one of the children was named for her side of the family.

That was Bill, named for her Daddy, William Henry Lott. Even Bills middle name, Haviland, was named for the Robertson side. Inez thought that Gordons mother had a lot to say in naming those kids. Oh well, the kids liked Inez and Ciciero better. Every summer Margaret brought the kids down to St. George where they lived.