I have a clear memory of sitting on the front steps (stoop) of our apartment building and hearing the smashing and crashing of dishes hitting the floor. My friends hears it to and probably my siblings.
My mom had taken every dish out of the kitchen cabinets and smashed them on the kitchen floor. I don't know why. I can imagine any number of reasons.
Many years later, when Nick and I and toddler Courtney were living in Poznan, Poland I did something similar. Only, I threw the dishes out the kitchen window.
We had a circular driveway that I could see out the kitchen window and that's where the dishes landed. Crash. We had a lady who did our yard work- a char woman- who swept the mess up and never said a word!
I found a picture online of a house on our street in Poznan. I am not sure if this is our house (I doubt it) but it's similar.
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