Victor Rieber

Curious path

Today is Sunday. An early, 6:30 AM sunny, Spring morning. Up in time for church, breakfast, yard work, house chores and then the weekly journey to see our grandparents. The scent of the sauce still makes my mouth water. Just listen, while it makes its noise, “blub, blub, blub”, perfectly, with vegetables seared just right. An aroma of fresh bread filled the house, to the point when a door was open or if a window was cracked, you could smell it outside. If you are close enough to it to hear it crackle and sing as it cools. Plus, if you are close when they cut it, you may be lucky to catch a corner of the heel! An another amazing afternoon is in store filled with food, family, and frank conversation around the table. Yes, between the recent rumors from the church, news of distant cousins in far away lands, chatter about the neighbors, and a few conversations where they waited for the kids to leave to play. In one families case, they new if these two brothers were within an ear shot, “radar” would hear and ask about it later.