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  •  What she fed me? (4+ / 0-)

    Can't really remember.

    It was one of those row houses in North Baltimore, after they had moved up from Pratt street which was the first stop for immigrants.

    It was a large kitchen, with a table where we took most of our meals. My mother had moved to a gyuisha "that's gentile" neighborhood in Washington, so she came "home" every weekend to be with her sister and mother.

    This was during the War, WWII when Union Station was crowded with G.I's about to be sent to perhaps their last destination.  I guess all kids are fussed over by adults.  But I can't help feeling that those young men looked at this child with a special affection.  Knowing  that there was a good chance they would never live to have their own little boy to love.

    I felt something.  Perhaps something still lives on from those young men who gave everything to protect me.

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