Leslee Nelson

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Memory Cloth — Good Pickle

Aunt Mae would make her own dill pickles.  They were the very best.  She would bring a jar for us on Thanksgiving. 

One time when they were all gone I complained to Dad that I didn’t understand why all pickles couldn’t be GOOD pickles.

Dad explained that you needed the
bad pickles to know which ones
were the good pickles.

At the time I thought that was pretty stupid.

 

made 8/14/07 transparent recalling Thanksgiving 1957

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