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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 
recalling Thanksgiving 1957
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