Soul food (for the white kids)
I have very fond memories of our Black (colored at the time) woman who came
daily.
Shame on me I don't know how she spelled her name - it was pronounced Eara
as in ear-a.
I remember her kindness and size. I remember she was about as wide as she
was tall.
Our favorite, like many kids were her scratch pancakes and the hamburgers
served on home made biscuits. Damn if I could taste them today.
What great memories of times gone by.
YOU? if you had a cook/cleaning lady -your favorites?
Dimitri
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