I remember Saturday night after Shabbus. The bath tub was taken to the kitchen and set on two chairs. I was put in the tub to be bathed, then dressed in my nightie and put to bed. I was the youngest and much was made about me. My siblings were all much older than me and they treated me like a toy.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The bath tub
By Sylvia Tuchinsky
Labels:
childhood,
early memory,
Riverwalk,
Sabbath,
Sylvia Tuchinsky
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