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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
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
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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.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
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