Karen WeHunt Harden | wharden1950@gmail.com
Today, the fragrance of peeling an orange reminded me of Daddy during baseball season. He watched the Atlanta Braves or his Chicago Cubbies play as often as he could. He always took vacation time off to watch the World Series. He sat in his recliner and peeled oranges or tangerines to share. I sat at his feet or lay in the floor in front of the television near him.
Daddy peeled the oranges or tangerines, bit out all the seeds and pull off every single string. I knew the slices would be perfect when I reached up and took a slice from his fingers.
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