Mother was proud of our dairy. The milk bucket and pans shone like the sun. Old cow was a great red and white spotted beast that gave quantity, but the little Jersey gave quality. The cream was leather thick. Bong(1) brought in the great shining bucket brimming with…
Author: Marilyn Jones
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Laying her hand on me, Mother said to her old friend the Bishop, seated by her bedside, “All my children but this one and the little brother have been received into the Church. I shall not be here when they are old enough for Confirmation. You will see…
It seemed important enough to me, and the most important building, my father’s wholesale business down on Wharf Street. It was a deep warehouse with a deep smell. There was a black shield at the front with gold lettering that read: Wholesale Importers and Commission Merchants. Father’s little office…
