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| Mother pushing me in buggy in 1942 |
In the middle of the night, I remembered this conversation with my mother.
Me: So how were you able to buy tickets for the ship to get us to America?
Mother: We sold everything.
Me: Sold what?
Mother: Our furniture, the bikes, china and silver.
Me: You owned china and silver?
Mother: Yes, I got it when I was married. And we had to borrow some money too.
So, you see, I could have eaten from a silver spoon, just the way it was told to me.
Mother never owned china and silver again. I know that for sure.
Wow. Please keep these memories coming, Louise.
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ReplyDeleteThe idea to write your memoir in snippets on your blog is brilliant. I so enjoy your writing, and biographies, life stories, etc. are my favorite to read, so thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI like those styles from the 40s. If it weren't for the clothes, the date on the picture would suggest a much younger Louise. I admire their ability to see a bigger pictures than silver plated spoons and china. Do you think food tastes differently on china?
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