My Gramma loved baking cookies. A favorite were Swedish rolls: balls of sugared dough, filled with pecans, and covered in confectioner’s sugar. These were often served on Sunday afternoons when the great-aunts and uncles drove in to visit us from their nearby Iowa farms.
Everyone gathered in the living room, but when they started speaking Swedish, I got annoyed.
I never learned
“I write to capture indelible moments in time, but wish I had asked more questions about my family.” – the writer