These recipes were collected by family members, and past on to others. The ones in this book where collected by Dorothy Mc Quaid over her lifetime. I am putting them in this book so the family may review them and add to their recipes. I know she would like everyone in the family to have a copy. Some of these recipes were brought over from Germany, by her grandmothers neighbors and some friends gave some too. She has made most of them at one time or another. The recipes were very good. Whether you like them or not would be by your taste alone. So cook and enjoy them as we did over the years past. I am writing these recipes for my memories to her. She was the best woman I ever met and I will never forget her. I miss her more than I can write on paper. Only GOD knows how much. When I started to write these recipes I did not know that she would die before I would finish this book. When I woke up the morning of February 26, 2003, my dog was moaning, like a baby would cry, I thought she needed to go out. So I got up and took her out. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to go. I brought her in. I then went in to see how Dorothy was. I asked her if she wanted any water. She shook her head yes as she could not talk, so I got her water in glass with a straw. She took a sip. I asked her if she wanted more, she shook her head no. I asked if she wanted orange juice, she shook her head no. I bent down to her, told her I loved her, and hated that I could not do more for her. She took her left arm and put it around my neck and pulled me down to her and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her cheek, then sat down. By that time Alice came in. She said mom looks odd, her mouth was open, and she looks very white. I felt for her pulse and found none. Dorothy’s kissing my cheek was her way of saying good bye. I will always remember her for that.

Dorothy’s husband,
George McQuaid