My grandparents had three gardens. A community garden, a garden at my Uncle Tony’s house and the home garden behind the garage. The flower garden was my Grandmother’s domain and the vegetable gardens were my Grandfathers. With one exception, the yellow pear tomatoes. I don’t recall ever having any other fresh tomatoes from the garden.
In the house, there was always a bowl of yellow pear tomatoes. No surprise, really, as yellow was her favorite color. Yellow roses, yellow iris. The wall of her kitchen were yellow. The tablecloth on the round kitchen table at the west end of the 1950’s galley kitchen, yellow. Even my grandmother’s midcentury home was painted a soft yellow.
As much as I loved my grandmother, I am surprised my childhood favorite color wasn’t yellow. It was lilac. The other color in my grandmother’s flower garden.
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