Aunt Katie and the Peach
Following is a poem written by Elaine Sommers Rich about my grandmother, Kathryn Troyer.
AUNT KATIE AND THE PEACH
My Aunt Katie, on furlough from
after six missionary years,
Picked a peach from a tree
in my father’s orchard,
Its slim leaves gleaming deep green
in
I see her silhouetted against
our kitchen window,
Eating the peach,
thinkingly eating the peach,
The features on her face
etched on my childhood mind,
For she did not gobble,
nor simply swallow.
She contemplated the response
of her taste buds.
She savored. She let each bite
take time on her tongue.
At last she said,
surprising herself,
I think I’d rather have a mango.
Now, more than half a century
later, I wonder
Does distance sweeten
Both peaches and mangos?
You can see that my cross-cultural roots go back two generations and I also am very fond of mangos, although I must say I have enjoyed fresh peaches this summer as well. This also reminds me of something Grandpa Troyer used to say: “The best place to eat a mango is in the bathtub!”