raw green beans this past afternoon brought back my Oma full white apron on in the kitchen one summer in Germany decades ago window wide open to the garden sitting at the table busily breaking them up together for her delicious vegetable soup I'm helping ,I'm helping I said as they broke in my little fingers her soup a mere memory as she stopped making it a lifetime ago
Oma was my German grandmother who I visited every summer growing up in the 70's , no matter where we were stationed ( My Dad was in the military ) we always visited her at least once a year .She died in 1982.