i grew up in rural utah near the goosenecks of the san juan, ninety years ago. my family was self-sufficient except for trips to the reservation general store.
my most anticipated present on christmas morning every year was the orange i would find in my stocking. so delicious. but one year the orange was larger than usual, and yellow.
mom explained it was a grapefruit. she cut it in half and sprinkled powdered sugar on it. i carved all the little segments free with a paring knife and ate them with a spoon.
sister to the orange, just as magical.
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A precious story. Small treasures are always best.
It’s such a soft story. The nostalgic narrator seems full of warmth as she/he narrates her past. Great!
A magical tale pulled from the heart. Just lovely.
That is such a beautiful memory/story! To think that something so simple could actually make a child happy! Where did that go?
in my experience, they still have the love of simple in the beginning. hard to hold onto it though.