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My Mother

I truly Miss my Mother she died very young at 97 I would go to my mothers house Looking for food and open her frig. What would I see 10 butter containers None with labels full of leftovers How does she know what’s in those containers A system she said the right were vegetables The left was meat and the middle Was all the goodies she loved to eat I asked which one was butter and she said: Only a fool puts butter in the frig.

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Date: 9/14/2020 12:42:00 PM
I love that last line, but she is was right ; I keep mine on the counter in a seal container. Great memories of your mother. :)
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Date: 8/26/2020 7:04:00 AM
An enlightening snippet of your memory at Mum's house. The marg. containers for left overs bring childhood memories.
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