Tag #146101 - Interview #78212 (faina shlemovich)

My aunt followed the kashruts strictly. I remember that my father left me with my Aunt Shprintsia for a couple of days. I incidentally confused a spoon for dairy products with one for meat. 70 years have passed since then, but I still remember how angry my aunt, who was always so nice and reserved, got. She threw the spoons on the floor stamping her feet. Later she boiled the spoons for a long time and scrubbed them with sand and ashes before she used them again.