Summary of Erin French's Finding Freedom

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#1 I loved the afternoon shift at my father’s diner. I loved the peace and quiet of the kitchen, and I loved frying bacon and making ice cream cones. It was my chance to take a break.

#2 I remember the first time I went to the diner. I was five. My mother took me and my sister there to visit our father, who had just started working there. We were amazed by the diner’s interior.

#3 I was in awe at the sight of my father, the man I had missed so much, standing in front of a giant stainless griddle, flipping pancakes. He had a big smile on his face and was whistling happily.

#4 I was 12 years old when my dad first pulled me onto the line. I had stepped in to help him out at the diner, mostly because I needed the cash to buy that bike. I had learned every basic kitchen skill a cook would need to know: how to cook a burger medium-rare, how to roast a chicken, and how to extract every bit of meat from the carcass.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Mar 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669368984

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Insights on Erin French's Finding Freedom

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I loved the afternoon shift at my father’s diner. I loved the peace and quiet of the kitchen, and I loved frying bacon and making ice cream cones. It was my chance to take a break.

#2

I remember the first time I went to the diner. I was five. My mother took me and my sister there to visit our father, who had just started working there. We were amazed by the diner’s interior.

#3

I was in awe at the sight of my father, the man I had missed so much, standing in front of a giant stainless griddle, flipping pancakes. He had a big smile on his face and was whistling happily.

#4

I was 12 years old when my dad first pulled me onto the line. I had stepped in to help him out at the diner, mostly because I needed the cash to buy that bike. I had learned every basic kitchen skill a cook would need to know: how to cook a burger medium-rare, how to roast a chicken, and how to extract every bit of meat from the carcass.

#5

I was 21 years old and pregnant with my second child when I worked the line at my father’s diner. I was angry with my father for leaving me in charge of the diner while he was off at a county fair blooming-onion booth.

#6

Freedom, Maine, was a small town with a church and a couple of gas pumps. It didn’t offer much, and its residents were constantly reminded that they couldn’t be successful in Waldo County.

#7

We had a farm that was just three miles away from our town, and we spent many summer days there playing with our friends. We had a single cat who was in charge of keeping the mice away, and she soon became pregnant.

#8

I had a sister, Nina, who was two years younger than me. We were soft blond girls who played with kittens. The kittens taught us about fragility and how to care for something small and helpless. They taught us how to love and laugh. They taught us how to cry and mourn loss.

#9

I was ten years old when I first learned that God was not good. I had found Ritz, my cat, in the hayloft, huddled in the nest with his siblings. I understood why my dad had to euthanize him, but I didn’t understand how it was fair. Why did Ritz have to get hit by a car in the