I have rewind the hands of the clock to tell this story.
When I left off, I was 6 years old and my mom was making us white shirts with iron on letters.
Today's story takes place when I was an only child so I must have been 1 or 2 years old.
Mom and I went out to lunch today at a Mexican restaurant. I ordered Huevos Rancheros. When the plate was delivered to my table, they had included a slice of tomato with my order.
I did not eat the tomato because I have a love/ hate relationship with tomatoes. As I admitted this to my mom, she told me the story about when my father attended seminary.
That was brand new information because I never knew my father had attended seminary. She told me that she would drive him to seminary and luckily some people would allow her to come over so I could nap.
Afterwards she told me of our neighbors would grow vegetables. He would drop them off at the front door so we ate a lot of free produce. One of the veggies, he grew was tomatoes. She would make a lot of stewed tomatoes out of those tomatoes. Maybe I ate too many of those tomatoes when I was a child so now I do not like tomatoes that much.
Today I learned some new details about my childhood. I never knew my father had attended seminary.
