Suburban Chicago, Spring 1963. The steps leading down from the kitchen to the backyard patio were the perfect stage for a little actress. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, and my Mom stand at the edge of the yard, near the fence. They probably are checking out how the red currant bushes are progressing. Every year, we had a big crop of red currants. Tatjana and Mom cooked currant jelly and currant liqueur. I didn't like currants then.
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