Ida Crosariol

My great Aunt is in the kitchen today, with a bunch of dough and butter. I see the dough, so there I stay. I knew what she was making—a batch of cookies, for the jar. I instantly hoped she would let me put the famous cherry on top! Memories of those Aunt Ida’s butter cookies linger--watching my Aunt roll the dough in her kitchen long ago.

Batch after batch, year after year, another visit, another year.
Up the stairs, through the hallway and past the phone booth made for...