This book is set in Wisconsin, but it brought to mind the women
I met in Oregon.
The ones who still make freezer jam from freshly picked
berries, sauerkraut from homegrown cabbage, and homemade bread for the priests. The ones whose parents
or grandparents traveled to Oregon from the Midwest to make a new life. The
ones who spend their days reliving the night they danced to the Glen Miller Orchestra or the afternoon they met their husband riding to the strawberry field.
The book's sisters, Milly and Twiss, would have felt right at home.
1 comment:
gosh, I wish I had named you Twiss...
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