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?