Sunday Memories of a Home Called Jutta's Kitchen

When I was a kid, I swore I could see the bits and pieces of air.  It just made sense that I would be able to recognize something that whirled around me and kept me alive.

Jutta's kitchen was no different than the air I breathed.  For there, too, I recognized the bits and pieces that kept me alive.

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The last in a series honoring Jutta Filippelli (1916-2016)

Originally posted March 5, 2013

Jutta's Kitchen 

Still Fighting Strong, 

Still Kicking Butt

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An glimpse into Jutta's life which she paints with fire and with soul.

When we leave, I ask myself again.   You, you with all your dreams and passions.  Did you do enough today?

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Related Posts:

Sunday Memories: Jutta's Hands and the Life They Traveled

Painting from the Inside

Sunday Memories:  All Together Again In Jutta's Kitchen

Jutta's Kitchen: Part One

Jutta's Kitchen: Part Two

Jutta's Kitchen: Part Three

Jutta's Kitchen Revisited

Jutta's Kitchen Blooms

Jutta's Kitchen Meets The Internet

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