Dnes sme sa piect chleba
Today, we bake bread

The other person in this picture is Babka, my paternal grandmother, and we are making bread. Hers was a sweet bread, rather like an Easter bread, what the Slovaks call Paska. The resolution of the scan might make it difficult to see, but in this photo, I am smiling genuinely. In all of the Precambrian photographs I have so far found, this is the only one in which I am truly smiling.

As I write this, I am remembering that it is time to bake my own bread, as my breadbox is empty. With each loaf that I bake, I remember Babka; not only did she teach me how to bake, she taught me how to live.

I remember you, Babka, and I love you.

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