Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Yet Another Grandmother Story

 This is about the grandmother in the previous post: my maternal grandmother.

She had a lot of colorful descriptions of things, such as that which I described in the previous post.

One of them was that she would periodically describe things as "smelling like a high holder's nest".

One time when we were standing at the sink doing something together - maybe peeling potatoes - I asked her "what is a high holder?"

She broke into uproarious laughter and didn't say anything.

I kept at her, but she just laughed harder.

To this day I have no idea what a high holder is.

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