August 15, 2008
They didnít have a refrigerator, just a larder, so shopping was a nearly daily event. My grandmother and I would walk to the village, stopping at the butcherís and the bakerís and the greengrocersí. I wondered if the butcher shop reminded my grandmother of her childhood. At the bakerís, I always got a jam doughnut for my grandfather, who ate it after dinner with a knife and fork. The greengrocers were four unmarried sisters who had taken over their fatherís shop on his death. Theyíd cut a cucumber in half for us, and always remembered that my grandfather liked bananas.