Childhood

Nickel-Pickle

I remember when I was young sometimes my mother would let me sleep in her room.  I loved these moments of connectedness because it meant I would get to hear a story about her childhood.  “Mom, tell me the story about the nickel-pickle…please, please, please.”  I would beg because this was my favorite story.  It was hard to imagine my mother as a little girl, but when she would tell this story she would giggle and smile like it was yesterday.  My mother would start by saying:

When I was young…


Banana cart...
Peppermint in the pickle...