My maternal grandmother, Hilda Nash Olsen, tells a 2-year-old Brandon the beloved story from my childhood, Little Black Sambo! As siblings, we gathered around grandmas knee as she enticed us with this story of adventure, danger and intrigue. Although it might be considered politically incorrect today, we had no clue of the implications of a "black Sambo!"
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Aaaa! I remember this story from my childhood, too! I had completely forgotten about it till now. For some reason it brings back memories of...buttermilk. How weird is that?
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