The eldest child of Polish immigrants, she spoke only Polish until
first grade, where everybody else spoke English. The experience made
her relationship with the language she would use all her life a
permanently uneasy one.
At Penney’s for my back-to-school attire, she had to check the crouch
of my new bluejeans because it embarrassed her to say crotch, and she
hoped they meant the same thing. Two of everything: underwear, plaid
shirts, bluejeans with crouch. Embarrassing, to be sure, but I learned
to get way over it.
Crotch, crutch, crouch. Whatever. They always fit. She made sure they did.
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