Monday, August 23, 2021

On the Lighter side

     Way back when Ma first took in her foster children, she had to call their social worker  for some ordinary reason. The person who answered the phone there said the  social worker was not available, as she was out in the field.  My mother, perplexed,  related  this conversation to me and asked, "What the heck does that  mean, that she was out in  the field?"  To Ma, being in the field meant one thing and she couldn't see that social worker digging beets or picking corn.

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