17 April 2018

Grandmother Tales after the World Wide Web


Wonder Bread in its Canadian packaging.



“It was white bread that shocked me most,” she said.
“Spongy, no taste Wonder Bread.”  Grandmother
arrived in the USA in Nineteen-nineteen.

She was eighteen.  Or so the story goes.  Recently, I
fact checked via the world-wide web, and learned Wonder
Bread didn't come alive until Nineteen-twenty-one.  Hmm.

Could Wonder Bread by other names be more or less
wonderful? I loved Grandmother’s stories, her courage and
her grin, yet searched Wikipedia to find pre-wonder bread.

Voila!  A man named Otto patented a bread slicer
in Nineteen-twelve.  But wait.  Fire destroyed it!  No
working model came before Nineteen-twenty-eight. 

Did grandmother forget?  Did she alter her dates
to cover something else?  When did the ocean liner sail? 
How old was she? Was it war-torn Germany she escaped??

Should I investigate further for history’s sake?  Why? 
I'll let laziness and fondness win the game.  I don’t want 
to know.  I've got her smile.  What else is there to gain?



Prompted by NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen: "write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time."  My Grandmother, Mary Berner told many stories about her life (1901-2003).  I knew her (since 1951) as an artist, art teacher, anti-nuclear power activist, environmentalist, gardener, seamstress, and writer.  And she loved to read.  

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