"Do you eat sweets?"
"Here, try there chocolates I made. Take them both."
I took them off the plate and ate one.
"Fudge, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Its a new recipe I have. Just condensed milk and chocolate chips. Any guy could make it."
"Well, I don't know about that."
She laughed. Her husband smiled.
"You're a lucky man." I said to him.
"When did you learn to cook so well? Winter of '40? or was it?"
"What? Oh. It was in the '30s. When I was a senior in high school the depression hit us."
"I remember I only had one pair of shoes, and a couple dresses, and when the soles in the shoes would wear through I would put another piece of cardboard in the bottom."
"I had a teacher too. She taught home ec and chemistry. I think for the first month she wore the same dress everyday. I don't suppose she could afford to buy anything until she got her first check."
"I guess not"
"But," she smiled, "You wouldnt know anything about a depression"
"Not really no, but thank you for the chocolates."
I couldn't think of anything to say. I cant relate to that. What do you say? I don't know. She was a good story teller. I wish I could've stayed to hear more.