Celebrating Life: Bountiful Meals & Beautiful Memories
Recipes & Stories from Hospice & Community Care

Through the vision of The Watchman Program of Hospice & Community Care, the first edition of a Hospice & Community Care cookbook is now available.

Members of the Hospice & Community Care family – patients, caregivers, volunteers, staff, and friends – contributed treasured recipes as well as stories ofloved ones, for this cookbook. Recipes with special connections within families or with friends as well as personal notations or anecdotes enhance this unique cookbook.

Celebrating Life: Bountiful Meals & Beautiful Memories celebrates both food and people with a quality design and format. All proceeds from sales will be directed to our Capital Campaign for Hope to fund the 16-bed in-patient Wayne T. Patrick Hospice House in Rock Hill.

Features include:
• Full-color wrap-around cover with original artwork
• First-quality 6x9” hardbound edition with concealed wire binding
• Over 350 recipes, some with unique notations, food memories
• Full-color divider pages featuring original art of local artists
• Section of personal Hospice stories from families, volunteers, and staff
• Helpful hints for caregivers and for coping with grief and loss
with valuable hospice information useful to anyone in any geographical region

Retail price: $19.95
To order > click here to download an order form

For more information, contact us at info@hospicecommunitycare.org or
803-895-CARE.

Celebrating Life featured in The Charlotte Observer. > Read about it here.

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Story from Celebrating Life:

Rise and Shine
A Tribute to Margaret W. Jones

I baked my first batch of bread recently. Well, not my first batch ever, but the first without the help from my Mimi. Mimi, my grandmother, passed away Christmas Eve. She had been diagnosed with liver cancer in the fall. Immediately following her diagnosis, she made a point to tell me she wanted to teach me how to make her homemade sourdough bread, This request made the severity of her illness real for me, more so than the diagnosis from her doctors.

The afternoon the two of us finally got together for my lesson in bread making, my Mimi was too weak to physically assist me. Mimi was type-A, controlling personality. Relinquishing control of her bread making into my unseasoned hands, while simply standing by dictating instructions, was for her a somewhat harrowing ordeal. However, we did get through it fairly well. The loaves that we prepared for Christmas Eve Communion turned out perfectly. The ones for family and friends were sub-par but still edible (and some people happened to prefer a doughy middle.) Mimi made it clear to me that I had done a wonderful job, especially considering it was my first go-around, I suppose my Mirni chose me to make her bread because I am the oldest of the grandkids (not the favorite, I know — that revered position belongs to the youngest and cutest — baby Isaac). I moved away from home after high school, never intending to return to York County. I lived first in Charleston, then Chicago, and final y Charlotte before moving back home five years later.

Since I have been back in my hometown, I've loved it and could not imagine being anywhere else. I believe rny Mimi, in all her infinite wisdom, sensed my intentions of becoming a permanent York County resident and knew that her recipe would have a secure future in my yet inexperienced but reliable hands.

I'm still working on getting the bread right. It's taken quite a bit of tweaking so far and will require more,  I'm certain. The end of one thing often marks the beginning of another. My time with Mimi has come to an end, but her death marks the advent of many new things. After all, that stuff you put in bread is called "starter," not "finisher."

Mimi passed away on Christmas Eve. Bethesda (Presbyterian Church) served her bread for communion on that evening for the last time.

]essica Dunlap, Granddaughter of Margaret W. Jones, former Watchman Volunteer