my friend's birthday
remembering treks to her house
her mother's fresh rolls
Happy Birthday, Susan! Hard to believe those treks happened some sixty years ago. We didn't have cell phones in those days so I don't, in fact, have pictures of your mom's incredible dinner rolls but these are more or less how I remember them.
And those treks! Up the path behind our house, over the big empty field that is now holds so many homes, over a fence (nobody minded), down to Duhamel Creek, crossed it on a log (!), up through more beautiful woods and fields until finally I came to the road below the house that was then at the end of Heddle Road and on to your place. How lucky were we!
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1 comment:
It sounds lovely.
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