A KNOWING

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The loaves of bread were lined up on the floor against the wall,

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… according to the memory of an old lady, a family friend.  When my grandmother, (my paternal grandmother), almost nine months pregnant, was asked why she was baking so much bread, she said she wouldn’t survive this, her eighth delivery, and the bread was for her wake.

She did die very soon after finishing her baking and the bread was, indeed, eaten at her wake.

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