我是在密苏里州欧扎克长大的,与我外婆和姨外婆的家只隔几座起伏的小山。在我最初的记忆里,她们一个穿着绣花围裙做馅饼,一个在缝纫机前忙碌着做衣服,我的眼睛总是盯着馅饼。她们戴的漂亮手镯,像小溪中的涟漪一样晶光闪闪,外面的火车鸣着汽笛隆隆驶过,她们屋前的走廊上爬满了忍冬花,蜂鸟在花丛中飞来飞去。外婆们的宝贝发出的声音,是我幼年成长的背景音乐。 I grew up in Ozark, Missouri, a few hills with my grandmother and aunt grandmother’s home. In my first memory, they all made pies in embroidered aprons, one busy with clothes in front of sewing machines, and my eyes were always staring at pies. The beautiful bangles they wore were sparkling like the ripples in the stream, the train outside rumbled with a whistling rumble, and the honeysuckle flowers flew over the corridors in front of their houses. The voice of my grandmother’s baby is the background music of my childhood.