Saturday, October 27, 2012
While some might consider it odd that one so young would be allowed to witness what went on, but I thought it no more unusual than watching my friend’s father unpack and hang dresses on racks in his clothing store, or watching another childhood friend’s father arrange apples in bins at his grocery.
As we all grew into teenagers, able to participate in the trades, I was skinning and butchering; another was telling farm women how nice they looked in that dress; and the other was running the cash register in the grocery store.
