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Tuesday, 21 August 2012


It’s almost tomato season and my sister, Diana, emailed me this memory from when she was a teenager on the farm:

Covering the kitchen floor were pails and pails of tomatoes.  To me, it meant sandwiches.

I liked toasted tomato sandwiches . . . they were my brother's and sister's favorite sandwich too.

 We made our toasted tomato sandwiches day after day. 

Then, out of the blue, my sandwich was borrrring .  I added something new – mustard relish.   It was good.

One night we had a visitor.  Mom made a fresh pot of tea.  I made my new special sandwiches.

 Mom and the visitor bit into their sandwiches .  Then they looked at each other.

“Kids,” said Mom.

Diana’s school photo: 1962?