My mother passed away in 2007. In 2003 she bought a notebook and made a handwritten cookbook for me, for Christmas. It is the greatest Christmas gift I have ever received. Some of the recipes are written just how she spoke as they came right from her memory. Some call for a pinch of this a smattering of that and very inexact measurements, but I can picture her making each dish, so it doesn't really matter.
The book is also plastered with little thoughts about different dishes...this one was Uncle Mike's favorite...I had to double this one when Grandpa visited...Your sister always requests this for her birthday...I took this to a potluck at church once and everyone wanted the recipe....
When I am feeling lonely for my mom, I sit down and look at this cookbook written in her handwriting and for a few minutes, I am transported back in time to her kitchen table. My five year old loves looking at this cookbook...I am not sure why, since she can't read. She recently asked me if she can have it when she gets married. I plan to add one of my own to the collection. :)