...
The fruit of her laughter
hid my father's words from me:
Lemon tree very pretty
and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon
is impossible to eat.
Will Holt
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A diary inspired by excerpts from a diary written by my grandmother, Edith Gertrude Kreigh (1886-1977), an American mother with children on both fronts during World War II. Excerpts (in bold print)were written mostly in the spring of 1942, and published here on the same days of the year as original entries, 65 years later. All other texts are by Sue Anne Moody (1947-).
Copyright © Sue Anne Moody
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