Sweet Wild Strawberries
It has been incredibly hot here in the south. The weather feels more like the dog days of August. I seem to be in a domestic mood. The bounty of mangoes in season has resulted in freshly canned jars of heavenly salsa and divine chutney. I suppose one would wonder how a girl from Brooklyn, with no 4-H training, knows how to can. I taught myself many years ago. I actually enjoy doing it. I love looking at freshly preserved jars. I will be doing a lot of that this year, we have a garden. The heat reminds me of the summer of 1965. I had graduated from dear Pershing JHS. Accompanied by my mother and my beloved Tanta Bitta , I, dressed in a white pique A-line dress with lace sleeves and adorned with a red rose corsage, together we rode the city bus to Brooklyn College early Saturday morning. My dad was in Norway for his last trip to his homeland. I had a boyfriend named Ray. I would go to his high school graduation...