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How the Family Feeding Gene Was Handed Down to Me

My mother couldn’t sit by and see people, especially children, go hungry

A smiling grandmother serves vegetables to her granddaughter at the dining table.
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ItIt was sometime in the early 1960s. Mother was an elementary school teacher, and tomorrow was her end-of-year class trip. I went to a different school from hers, and to the best of my knowledge, if you didn’t bring or buy lunch, you didn’t get lunch.

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Karen G Bates

Karen G Bates

Senior Correspondent for Code Switch, NPR’s team that covers race, ethnicity, identity and culture. Los Angeles-based. Feeds people. Often. @karenbates

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