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If accommodations were somewhat sparse, the food was always good.
In the early years there were other hired dieticians, but ultimately the
kitchen came under the iron control of Miss Willie Moore. Though a small
woman, she was a mighty presence. A trespasser into her kitchen could
expect to be yelled at and perhaps chased by a white-haired dervish waving
a wooden spoon. On Sunday mornings, the same woman enthusiastically
played piano for the Sunday School at Old Stone Church. But every cadet
remembers her fried apples and fluffy buttermilk biscuits. In the 1950s she
was helped in the kitchen by Reuben, tall and thin, and Nick, short and
round as the kettles of steaming vegetables surrounding him. The old
kitchen was a magical, mystical place to a child wandering through (even
though an ogre might be lurking in some dark corner). If Reuben was
peeling apples, a child’s eyes would be caught and held by the machine that
rapidly t