Today is my sister's birthday. She was a Thanksgiving baby, which accounted for my mother being missing when I got up on Thanksgiving morning, 1953. I remember standing in the drafty garage of our brand-new tract house, and my dad telling me I had a baby sister. I didn't know what to expect. When we picked her up at the hospital, she cried in the car, and I said, "Send her back!" Which would have been a big mistake.
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| Thanksgiving, 2011, with a cake I brought from Berkeley |
Some of her pals lamented that they couldn't see her face in the grainy newspaper photo I posted earlier this week, so here's a picture of her taken a year later. She was in the first grade when my mother made this dress, which featured blue cherry fabric and an organdyhalf-apron worn over the dress. I had a matching one.
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| c. 1960 |
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