So I joined in with Felicia’s chores instead and leraned a few things. We made bread. I am eternally grateful that she didn’t have me get my hands into the dough which ws made with globs of pig fat from a sack in the corner-that apparently was grandma’s job. She showed me how to peel wafer thin skin off their tiny potatoes with a knife and get the kitchen fire going. Can you tell I am a city girl? Then there were the neighborhood kinds to mind. I would go out for walks with a long train of them behind me.
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