a jew has brought me toast with hommade cream cheese from the kitchen while i played outside and would be so happy playing going inside to eat was oit of rhe question. she would make my favorite spread and stand on the top of the stairs waving, i would run up the small porch stairs, sit on the firewood storage box and eat quickly while looking up at her as she smiled down at me. then i would run around all day, eventually towards the evening she would come out the back of the house and push the swing from the top of rhe hill towards the fields where the cows were gazing before they would run back home towards the barn. then, she would lift me up and over the small fence so i can do inside rhe enclosed garden filled with all kinds of flowers and smell them. then, we would all have diner, she would sit on a stool beside the fire stove and bake potatoes for me. then when it's time for bed she would open her old wardrobe where she held her few but precious positions, her favorite things were what her mother had left to her, a tea set that had a peace that held sugar cubes which she would always give me one which tasted better then all the luxuries i had always had from the stores to my hearts desire. then she would life the sugar cube peace and show me a coin her mother/family had left her, the coin was a coin but perhaps not a money coin but shaped like a coin, it had the star of david on one side, she would then tell me this is who she is, not to forget itz that is who i am also and not to forget it. 1/2
Canada