At the ripe old age of twelve, body blooming, imagination shooting stars, dreams beaming like fireworks, I got the chance to choose for myself, how I wanted to spend fifth period! All students were allowed to choose an elective course for their school schedule.
I studied the possibilities intently, Wood Working, Stamp Collecting, Manners for Teenagers, Tap Dancing…Tap Dancing!!! There it was! My mind raced with all the glitter and feathers and bling of the dance costumes I’d seen my friends wear at their recitals.
My mother had a knack for making things last. She knew how turn a roast from Sunday into soup on Monday. A single mom raising two daughters, she became some sort of inventor when it came to ground beef; cube steak into chili which she then morphed into something else we called goulash. Goulash must have been short hand for clean out your cupboard and throw everything in! She could also work miracles with Thanksgiving turkey and she has this particular recipe for turkey salad that makes my mouth water to this day.
Several weeks ago I wanted to make that turkey salad but I could not, for the life of me, remember all of the ingredients. In the past, I would have just called mama, and she would have walked me through it, but it has been months now since she has passed from this earth into her heavenly home and our nightly phone calls have ceased.
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