Liz’s mom, Barb who came with Liz to shear the sheep today, told me how she bottle-fed Asher and Issachar when their mother couldn’t. “Every afternoon”, she said, “for months”.
And Asher hasn’t forgotten. He walked right up to Barb and looked adoringly at her as she scratched his head. It’s been two years since Asher saw Barb, but he still remembers her.