Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Monday, January 18, 2016

Alms for the Rich?

When I was a little girl I recall bringing my lunch to school.  For ten to twelve years, every day for my school lunch I had peanut butter and jelly.  One day I came to school with a lunch of jelly and jelly.  That was because my mother had thrown a burning mattress and hurt her hand.  I always made my own sandwiches.  I was so nervous about the fire that had happened that I made the sandwich with two sides of jelly.  I felt badly as I had seen the lamp on the bed and not feared for a fire.

I used to bring twenty five cents with me to lunch.  ten cents was for milk and fifteen cents was for an ice cream cup.  I used to ask if I could have some chips from the person next to me.  When I was in a higher grade, perhaps seventh, one girl said, "what is this, alms for the rich?"  My father was a doctor so I was considered rich.

I was creative if some one gave me pretzels or chips.  I would crumble the chips into the icecream or poke the pretzels in it.  The salty sweet combination was almost gourmet.

Peanut butter and jelly was my gruel at the orphanage.

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