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She immediately ran to pick it up as she was raised in German occupied northern Italy and was from a family of 9 children - they starved mostly and you just didn't let food hit the ground.
As we were walking back to our home just kiddy corner across the street, she started asking me what she said wrong as I spoke etter english than her and I did not know what to tell her. She cryed a lot for a long time afterwards. She stayed our of sight of them for a long time and didn't garden in the front yard.
About 15 years later, her "accidental" children, my very much younger sisters befriended their kids of the same age. Thieeir mother, still a ___(fill in the blank)___, wouldn't let my sisters come into her home to play. Those little sisters of mine had no accents. They did not act or look ethnic in any way. My mother was gracious with their children and fed them when over and was as kind to them as all the rest of my little sisters' friends. But there was still the crying as she was made to feel unworthy by the loud mouthed inconsiderate 3 second blast by that person.
By the way, WE ate the cake. It was one of her famous poundcake-type of specialties done in a bundt pan and decorated with powdered sugar. A poor man's recipie she made up while in Italy. Very tasty with coffee or just to grab a slice and run! I'm the only one who knows her recipie to this day.
She immediately ran to pick it up as she was raised in German occupied northern Italy and was from a family of 9 children - they starved mostly and you just didn't let food hit the ground.
As we were walking back to our home just kiddy corner across the street, she started asking me what she said wrong as I spoke etter english than her and I did not know what to tell her. She cryed a lot for a long time afterwards. She stayed our of sight of them for a long time and didn't garden in the front yard.
About 15 years later, her "accidental" children, my very much younger sisters befriended their kids of the same age. Thieeir mother, still a ___(fill in the blank)___, wouldn't let my sisters come into her home to play. Those little sisters of mine had no accents. They did not act or look ethnic in any way. My mother was gracious with their children and fed them when over and was as kind to them as all the rest of my little sisters' friends. But there was still the crying as she was made to feel unworthy by the loud mouthed inconsiderate 3 second blast by that person.
By the way, WE ate the cake. It was one of her famous poundcake-type of specialties done in a bundt pan and decorated with powdered sugar. A poor man's recipie she made up while in Italy. Very tasty with coffee or just to grab a slice and run! I'm the only one who knows her recipie to this day.
