Overheard
One Easter morning back in the late 1940s my mother helped me put on my new Easter dress. “Now sit still and stay out of trouble while I get ready for church. It won’t take long.” Mom promised.
“I’ll be as good as silver,” I said. Mom smiled, “You mean as good as gold.” I nodded. “As good as gold,” I agreed.
Our apartment in Brooklyn, ...
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