A Tribute to Mother-Part 4

This is part 4 of a 6 part series entitled, “A Tribute to Mother.”

H is for homemade answers

Saturday nights we went to town and packed in the alley behind main street. I smelled onions and hamburgers frying from the corner restaurant. Wouldn’t it be great to buy a hamburger-but, that was an extravagance we couldn’t afford.

We came home and Mom sat us at the kitchen table. She left for a minute and came back dressed like a waiter with hairnet, menu and big apron. She introduced herself as poon –se – pah and said she would be serving us. We played restaurant, she acted confused, she made us laugh, we forgot we wanted to buy hamburgers. What could be better than fresh bread, cut in squares, soaked in cream and sprinkled with brown sugars.

H is for homemade answers.

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