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Here is a story that is loosely based on my Mom’s memory of time with her Grandma. They were making applesauce like in the story and her Grandma really said what Great Grandma said in this story. To this day… my mom swears just what Naomi claimed in the story. I hope she is right!
Wormy Apples
“I gotta pee.” Grandma’s voice was shaky but no one would ever call it weak. My newly teenaged daughter, Naomi, rolled her eyes and walked over to me, shoulders hunched, hands stuffed in her back pockets. “Smells like she already peed, Mom.”
“That’s mean, Hun. She can’t help it. Age makes you lose control of things like that.”
“Yeah. Whatever… you’ve told me before.” She twisted her lips and wrinkled her nose. “How long is this going to take? It stinks in here.”
I inhaled the scent of fresh apples and cinnamon. The yearly applesauce-making-day was one of my favorite days. [click to continue…]
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