A childhood memory of receiving a new issue of the magazine *Naminukas* in September, right in the middle of the potato harvest
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Here is an old childhood memory from the time I had just started fourth grade at the Bakšėnai village primary school—a period that coincided with the arrival of yet another issue of the children's magazine *Naminukas*, which my mother had subscribed to without asking me. Since I had received the previous July issue only in August, it was only natural that this August issue also arrived late, reaching me as mid-September 1994 approached. I remember it was a beautiful, sunny September afternoon; after school, I was walking along the country lane from Bakšėnai back to my own village and home, my blue schoolbag on my shoulders and my mind still full of summer memories. As I neared our farmstead, I noticed from a distance that there was some sort of activity and movement in the fields on the north side of the property. Only when I got closer did I see my mother and grandparents out in the field, digging up the potatoes we had grown over the summer; a potato digger was hitched to the side of
