In the end, yes, we had no bananas

The article, "The Magic of Maxwell Street" brought back a memory of a day in the summer of 1931, when Dad took leave from the dairy farm in Huntley, Illinois, to shop for tools on Maxwell Street.

Sister Madelyn, brother Paul and I were invited to join Dad; Mom and the three others would tend to things at home.

Just before we left Maxwell Street late that afternoon, Dad purchased four very ripe bananas.

He sent us to the car, saying he'd join us shortly.

As we waited in the car, we who had had no lunch, decided to share one banana, then the second, the third and the fourth.

I don't remember who it was who answered Dad's "Let's have our banana now."

Monica L. Zabor

Arlington Heights