An Errand to my mother
I went to Mr. Altschuler’s store today to buy some herring. Everything in there reminds me of you, because for forty years you shopped there, bringing home tins of salmon, rye breads with cracking, seed-studded crusts, cabbage, leeks, Shabbos candles, a skinny chicken. On holidays there would be more—potatoes and applesauce, chicken livers, […]