On
the Sabbath on the Landauer Estate all was peaceful. After a delicious breakfast
with the freshly baked challah, spread with butter and strawberry jam, Papa
would put on his prayer shawl, while Mama opened her prayer book and said her
morning prayers. Sometimes
Ruth Landauer, the pretty young daughter of the Landauers, with long blond
braids, would join in the family walk. Although Droozy liked Ruth very much she
had a difficult time sharing her dad with her. When Ruth tried to hold Papa’s
hand, Droozy in her sheepish voice would insist: “That is my Papa!” Her dad
would laugh and scold her a bit, but he was also glad that his daughter loved
him so much. On
weekdays when the fruit was ripe the girls were allowed to pick the berries.
Droozy would go to the gooseberry and strawberry patches and fill her bowl. She
would pick one for the dish and one for the mouth. What fun it was; the berries
tasted so good! Young Droozy could never get her fill of that wonderful fruit.
She would pick and eat until her stomach was so full it felt like it was
bursting and until the bowl almost overflowed. Then she would joyfully go into
the house to present the harvest to her mother. That garden was the most
beautiful that Droozy had ever seen, and the most useful also, since it abounded
not only with glorious flowers but also with the most delicious fruit
imaginable! |
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