Nickel NapoleonsCopyright © 1997 Property of Deborah K. Fletcher for Florence MacLennan Brown. All rights reserved.When I was a little girl, one of my regular Saturday morning chores was going to the grocery store for our weekly supplies. It was a long walk, and the packages were heavy, but I always liked doing it. I was always given a nickel to spend. I used to buy a huge Napoleon pastry and eat it slowly as I trudged home. There were no shopping bags then, and grocieries were wrapped in packages and tied with string. Every week, I stopped, ate my Napoleon, and loved every second of the creamy delight. Please View and Sign My Guestbook
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