Susan, an avid cook, former music teacher and nurse, moved with her husband, George, last year from Atlanta to the family homestead in Alabama.
She has a one son and two grandchildren.
Susan is writing a cookbook called Grits and Magnolias and it will be dedicated to her grandmother.
In this photo, taken in 1987, there are five generations.
Back row, left to right, Susan's mother, Mozelle. Todd, Susan's son .
Seated, Susan's grandmother Rilla . Susan's gramdmother is holding her first born great grand child, Rachel.
"My earliest memories are of my grandmother in her kitchen. I cook the way she did — some call it old-fashioned, and I have to agree with them.
"I was raised by my grandparents and lived really in the sticks, so to speak. My grandfather was a farmer in the biggest sense of the word. He had cotton fields, raised cattle ... had his own cotton gin and pulpwood yard. We were completely self-sufficient. Long, hot summer days were filled with canning vegetables to see us through the winter. The smokehouse was filled with meat, and everything we didn't or couldn't grow, we purchased from the peddler who came by on a regular basis. When I was small, I remember grandmother carefully selecting the flour sacks for their design, knowing she would be sewing something from the fabric of those flour sacks.
"We had more than one churn in the kitchen and a more than one Home Comfort stove. I remember the day the electric churns arrived, and I remember the first electric stove. We had finally moved into the 20th century.
"The best tool — the most used tool in my kitchen — is the tool my grandmother used, my hands. I measure a handful of this and a pinch of that, just as my grandmother did. I have my grandmother's recipes, along with her cast-iron skillets, bread bowls, rolling pins and other things she lovingly used all those years. I don't put them up for display; I use them all.
"I also have her metal lemon press, (pictured below) which I still use to this day. I always make my lemonade from scratch. That's what I grew up drinking. Back then I had never heard of Minute Maid — we had iced tea, milk from the cows, good coffee and real lemonade.
"My grandmother has gone on to heaven now, but she is still with me, by my side as I cook. I feel her love and I know she is smiling down on me as I prepare her dishes and share them with others. I know she is also proud of me as I venture out on my own and create new ones"