Every night in the winter it starts the same. Uncle David and Nels will fill their lower lips and Father will carve and Mother will knit and the yellow flames will make our faces burn, and then Uncle David will spit in the coffee can and rub his hands on his legs and take a breath and say: “It was when I was young…..” Then he will tell the story.
Submitted by CajunMama about 2 years ago
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