When They Invite You To Dinner - Eat First: How-to Rise Above An Economic Crisis With Love And Joy

We all have " why me?" days and wish we’ d stayed in bed. Then, we have those marvelous days that make life special. An old proverb tells us, " life is like a Zebra. One day a white stripe, the next day a black stripe, and it is always in motion."

When life seems parked on a black-stripe day, the heart-warming stories in this book will remind you that a white stripe is not far off. Then when you get there, celebrate with another story. In minutes, you will find yourself shaking your fists at the heavens and joyously proclaiming " This is my day and Im unsinkable "

This book is rooted in America’ s Great Depression. In such times, life is powerfully hard, but unconditional love can overpower it. This is when a young girl from a struggling immigrant family in New York learned that no depression imaginable, can trump the magic of unconditional love. These are the joyous and life-affirming stories of her childhood.

DOI: 10.1572/yowbooks.when

Enjoy this story from "When They Invite You to Dinner - Eat First"

Don't Tell Mama - It Is Our Secret Being an angel only meant I was not responsible for religious matters. I became Papa's sidekick in the cellar, learning how to splice wires, saw wood and tin, repair plumbing, drive a nail straight, and how to straighten a bent nail.

The cellar was a cold, damp place, but Papa alwayssang and told stories, and I loved to be with him, and loved working together. It didn't matter that the toy box looked like a coffin— we stood it up, put shelves in it, and it became a storage box before Mamma could find out and kid us.

One bitter, cold night, I noted blood all over everything. " Pa, where is all this blood coming from?" I said.

" Shh, " Papa cautioned me, don't let Mamma hear the word blood— you know what'll happen."

Drug stores used to close at ten o'clock in the evening and it was almost that now. I had to tell Mamma that Papa had scratched himself and we needed peroxide and bandages. Mamma bundled me into wool sweaters, coat, boots, etc., and we hurried over the snow to the drug store. Mamma was too excited about our dog getting ready to have puppies to give much thought to the first aid supplies.

Mamma always bought the biggest, or by the dozen or the gross to save money and have plenty on hand. We got the biggest bottle of peroxide, the largest roll of bandage, and the largest spool of adhesive tape. Band Aids had not yet been invented. " Pa, " I screamed, " where is all the blood coming from?"

" Shh, " he said, " Mamma will hear you."

He had bandaged the wrong arm. He kept the bandage on for a week, so Mamma wouldn't find out and laugh, and then sarcastically tease him his own words, " in Russia we know it all."