Where it all started

Some of my earliest memories are in my grandmother’s kitchen. Charlotte Weaver Jones was many things; chiefly among them: elegant, gracious, and loving. So many of us knew her as Mère, the family matriarch. I was so fortunate to grow up in the same small town as my grandparents—being dropped off at their house after school, sharing regular family dinners and sleepovers, and spending summers and holidays at their wonderful gathering place, Skenewood.