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Trevor Davids

Aunty Lizzie, My Mother

Trevor Davids recalls how their mismatched crockery were very practical: “All our plates were different so that my mom knew who had the bigger piece of meat last night because it would be somebody else’s turn next. She was a conscientious distributor of food.”


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