I lived next door to a family of five girls and three boys. Four of the girls were close to my age, the fifth was a little too young for me. Our houses were right next to a hill, and on top of the hill was the cemetary. Very often we would visit the cemetary to read the names and dates on the headstones. We would figure out how old they were when they died. We would wonder about them. The cemetary was a very peaceful place and we liked going there.
Often we would take a picnic up to the cemetary and sit on the grass and enjoy ourselves. I started out with peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches because that was the only kind of sandwich I knew about. My friends shared their sandwich ideas with me. One was butter and brown sugar. You put lots of butter on the bread, sprinkle lots of brown sugar on,then cover it with another piece of bread. Another sandwich was fried Spam. Spam comes in a can. It is ham that is all ground up and pressed back together again. I never heard of it before. You slice a piece about one fourth inch thick and fry it till it turns a little bit brown. Put the fried Spam on a piece of bread, pour lots of Ketchup over it and cover it with the other piece of bread. I learned about honey mixed with peanutbutter. I liked it better than jelly. I learned that you could fry an egg, break the yolk so it can spread all over the white, salt and pepper it, add lots of ketchup to it and eat it between two pieces of bread. It is good cold or warm.
I still make these sandwiches and really like them, but my favorite sandwich is a hamburger. I have many happy memories that involve sandwiches, so eating each one is an emotional feast,too.
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I am really enjoying reading all your childhood stories. Keep 'em coming!
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