“Then they really were superstitious, weren’t they?” Janet asked testily.
“Why my dad was God-fearing,” Louisa shot back. “My folks honored their father and mother, like it says in the Good Book. You two should’ve learned that in your church by now. Whadda they teach ya there?”
Louisa looked at Tom beseechingly. Janet’s barbed comment had cut her to the quick, so she went on about her family. Gran’ma and Gram’pa Wieldt left Germany and sailed for three months to Pennsylvania. At one point they were down to their last stale loaf, but built a farm and raised three kids. The youngest was Louisa’s father. They named him Omar, a funny name for a Dutchman, folks said, but this was America, so anything was possible.
They spoke German, but Omar went to American schools. Then his parents fell in
