My mom, Holly, spent a lot of time with her grandparents from Bohemia before she went to school. Even now, she speaks Bohemian in her sleep, though she says she can't remember it in her waking hours. Great Gramma Smitmajer, who never learned much English, would fill Ma up with lots of garlic and onions. Then when she went back to her own mother's house, Gramma Pickles (Violet) would send her back across the yard to Great Gramma's because Little Holly stank so badly of garlic, Gramma couldn't stand it.
Great Gramma Josephine Smitmajer also had these enormous chickens and roosters that would knock down a 3-year old Holly and peck at her. Ma hated those chickens. Great Gramma loved her chickens:
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