Now, This is Poverty

We were so poor as children, we had very little to eat. One day my mother sent me to the basement to find what I could for dinner. After a long search, I came back with some beets. This was not enough to feed our family of 6, so my mother sent me to the attic to kill the family of wrens who had moved in there. My mother cooked the wren and we waited for my father to get home from work. As it got later, my mother put the wren in the refrigator to keep until my father came home. (we always ate as a family).

When my father arrived late that evening we sat down to eat the wren and beets, but first my father prayed over the food, “God bless the beets and the chilled wren..”

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