Old Soul

I’ve often wondered if I was a throw-back,

a soul that came before, and if so, how did that affect me? Even now, as I look

into the eyes of my grand-kids, I sense times of long ago, and hold onto

old-fashioned ways.  I followed in the

footsteps of my Bubbie in her world of baking from scratch. Each recipe held a

story: matzo balls, gefilte-fish, strudel, mandel bread and chicken soup told

of her history.  Her essence was

tradition.  I clung to the old ways with

a sensibility that pulled me inward.

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