Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

we used to have before the harvest,” Arthur said, reaching for the serving spoon. “We would sit right here, and Dad would have the radio tuned to the farm report.”

“Your father never listened to the radio during lunch, Arthur,” I said. “He preferred the quiet.”

Arthur did not look up from his plate, but he stopped his fork mid-air for a second before continue reading …