Jeffrey and Olga

This is a simple little picture of Jeffrey, my brother and Olga, our aunt.  Olga was our Father's sister.  I think Olga was basically a good person, but she certainly was hard on our Mother in terms of judging her housekeeping.  Also, when we went over to Grandma and Grandpa's house for dinner (I think that's what we called it.  We would call it lunch now.  It was right after church service, usually at noon.) it was Olga, then her husband, Bud later, then later still was Jolene our cousin.  Mother and Dad, Larry and me and later Jeff.  But, in the early days, Granpa and Grandma, Olga and then Bud, would all sit around the table and talk German, totally excluding Mother from the conversations and the social part of the meal.  And, Mother felt it.  Usually Grandma would cook a chicken, (sometimes a duck) and chicken noodle soup with homemade delicious noodles.  Usually mashed potatoes with wonderful gravy.  I don't remember any vegetables, but then I wouldn't.   And, suibachs.  (Somebody help me here.  That spelling is not even close.)  Almost always for desert there was prischcas.  (Spelling not close.)  They were like little self contained pies with crust over the whole thing and fruit inside.  Sometimes we had watermelong with ralcoca.  (Spelling not even close.)  The best I can describe this was Indian bread.  Deep fried bread batter.  This was always, always served with watermelon.  Oh, my God it was good.