What’s a Kehler Christmas in the eyes of this child?
As long as I can remember, Christmas was a special time of year. The smell of baking often jogs my memory of a child’s meaning of Christmas. Grandma Kehler was always in the kitchen, when you came to visit the Kehler grandparents, for Christmas. The smells of cookies, plumi moos, Borscht and freshly baked buns were ever present. Since food was such an important part of my Mennonite heritage, the variety was endless. You were never sure what you would indulge in, as the food tables at some of these Kehler gatherings were endless. Who would notice how many cookies we ate? Continue reading “What a Gift!”
