Browsing the gift shop at the airport this month always surprises me. I had heard about this book and was happy to find it for my quick trip. My father was raised Mennonite so I was excited to read more about his life (not that he is a middle-aged woman who was left by her husband for Bob from gay.com but you know what I mean) and the Mennonite traditions. Tinged with bits of laughter and heart-wrenching pain I began to understand more about my father through the eyes of this woman. I shared this book with my father who said the book made him sad, remembering his wonderful childhood and the walk down memory lane. We love the recipes at the end, as they resemble the recipes my grandmother, his mother, shared with us. Family traditions. Something I cling to like a life raft in the harsh seas.
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