Sharon I just don't know how to thank you enough for the wonderful trip down memory lane this morning. I felt like I was walking right along with you and Aunt Bett. I could even smell the scent of sassafras.
Cliff used to bring it home when they had to dig the roots out when they were repairing gas lines in the Los Angeles area, back in the 60's. My children grew up drinking sassafras tea in the winter and spring. I can almost feel the steam on my face as I cradle a cup of it under my nose. Now my mouth is watering and coffee doesn't sound near as good now.
