I was an adult before I realized how special it was that so many people felt comfortable using Wowo’s back door. She made everyone who entered her home feel welcome, and she believed in being hospitable. That might be an understatement. Hospitality was her way of life. There are people in both Huntsville and Madisonville and other parts of the country who can tell you about the time they lived with Wowo when they needed a place a stay. There are many, many more who could tell you about the meals eaten at her table.
I have been fortunate…no…blessed in my life to have some very dear friends—many friends who I feel sure know they are “back door” guests. Recently, one of our dear friends called and said, “We’re moving, our kitchen is packed up, and I’m sick of eating out. Will you cook me a homemade meal?” That will go down in my memories as one of the best things a friend has ever asked of me. Of course, we cooked, and we ate, and we shared laughs. I revel in the knowledge that I have a dear friend who can be counted on to be REAL with me—even more, that she trusts me enough to BE that real. Having that thought was when I realized that Wowo’s legacy lives on. Back door guests really are the best.
Until next time ~ Karen