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Karlene Edwards Short Story

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Clean Plates Karlene Edwards We always cleaned our plates at my house. No food left, slicker than a whistle, shining clean. It’s still difficult for me to leave food on my plate, whether I’m full or not, even though Weight Watchers tells me it’s okay. Looking back, it’s obvious I learned to clean my plate from my father. We rarely saw Dad without a smile, except when we left food on our plate, and it wasn’t because there were starving children in India. We also learned never to say we were hungry because Dad would mutter, “You kids don’t know what it is to be hungry.” At the time I didn’t know why he said it, but I did know it was terribly important that we gratefully eat whatever food was put in front of us. Dad was loving and thoughtful …show more content…

Dad hunted each fall and brought home a deer, an elk, and a bighorn sheep to hang in our carport until each was ready to butcher and wrap in heavy white paper, then to label and place in the upright, double-wide freezer in our back entryway. No food was ever wasted for on Friday nights, Mother collected all the leftover potatoes, vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, hand-cranked it through her meat grinder, and fried it into a hash that tasted much better than it …show more content…

Right after Dad returned from his four years as a Japanese prisoner of war, he and Mother attended a large celebratory family reunion, and among all the delicacies, my aunt Ethlyn included a bowl of steaming spinach. As Mother told the story, Dad ate the spinach because he had promised himself that never again would he turn away from good food, but moments after eating the spinach he abruptly left the table, barely making it to the bathroom before throwing up. The strands of green spinach had brought back memories of seaweed, a food he had forced himself to eat when he was starving in

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