Frante

The old man loved going out into woods. His daily walk,which consisted of dropping in on Marta the cleaning lady, who he could find every morning gathering her supplies at the local grocery. Than there was his old friend Frante,who still kept his dilapidated metal shop at the edge of town and always kept an open seat for the old man to come by and discuss local issues,pertaining primarily to politics,older crabby women,and the decay of moral values,especially among the young. The old man was very fond of his friend Frante,whom he had known since childhood. they shared a common bond of overbearing jewish mothers,fathers who were remote,lost to financial worry and bad health, and siblings who were to busy surviving. But Frante was the one friend he could depend on. Throughout their long friendship, the events of their life,some good and some not so good,would never bar their continued conversations. there were times when situations kept them away for a time, such as when Frante's eldest daughter Rivka, gave birth to twins and needed some extra help tending the farm,which her husband Samuel normally would do, but now was occupied with more domestic issues.