Tales from the past, part II
One day, my grandmother took my 3 year old mother mushroom hunting. Even in the DP camps they had so little food, that my mother ate tea and bread as her primary nutrition from about 6 months until they left for the US.
The war was over by now, but that didn't make any difference for their living conditions.
My grandmother sat down on a moss covered log for lunch with my mother. They were surrounded by forest and this was a little clearing. Suddenly this military man runs out at them screaming for them to get up. As you can guess, they sat on a live bomb.
I think of this when I go mushroom hunting with my family in Lithuania. Even when I stupidly knelt in dagele (I've probably spelled it wrong, I know there's a few letters missing. It's a weed that when it just brushes you it transfers its oils and gives you a terrible rash. I had it on my legs and feet).
The war was over by now, but that didn't make any difference for their living conditions.
My grandmother sat down on a moss covered log for lunch with my mother. They were surrounded by forest and this was a little clearing. Suddenly this military man runs out at them screaming for them to get up. As you can guess, they sat on a live bomb.
I think of this when I go mushroom hunting with my family in Lithuania. Even when I stupidly knelt in dagele (I've probably spelled it wrong, I know there's a few letters missing. It's a weed that when it just brushes you it transfers its oils and gives you a terrible rash. I had it on my legs and feet).