Over Plum Cake and Chocolate Milk
My breath catches and the page I am looking at blurs. Recently I started working at a little toy store, Walking Stick Toys . It is a magical place that fills a sentimental nook in my heart. You see, much of what is sold here is from Germany and as I am organizing toys on shelves or flipping through the books I run across things that are familiar from my childhood. Today I am looking around the store, compiling a list of gift ideas for different age groups (a work in progress, but coming soon). I am flipping through Magic Wool Fruit Children . A picture of sheet cake, with neat rows of plums stops me. I found it. When I was almost twelve, we left Germany in a whirlwind and contacts with people dear to my heart got lost in the mess of it all. Once a week I would walk down the the city center, ring a door bell and climb up a few flights of stairs to sit on a sofa between bookshelves lined with the most impressive stamp collection I have ever seen ...