I remember eating tortillas fresh off the stove- with our without melted butter-mmmmmmm!
.....playing and jumping off the porch in the front yard of Kentucky St. ....the sound of the trains at night..... the hot, hot days...the kitchen bench that was storage for all sorts of stuff....her love of screwdrivers and beer... making sure everyone had something to eat.....her stories and quips.. her nightly prayers..her smile and laugh...
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