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?
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