BIRTHDAY PARTIES
When Nancy and I
were about nine and eleven, this truck pulled up from
Pop’s Cycle Shop with a brand-new bike for each of us, green for her, red for
me. We were so excited. These were our best birthday presents ever.
We had a big party
for all three of us sisters one year, at three, five,
and seven years old. All the cousins and friends attended. That was our only
joint party. We got corsages for our 14th birthdays, corsages would dog
biscuits on them. For our “sweet sixteen“ birthdays , we got corsages with 16
sugar cubes. I don't understand the dog biscuits.
I don't remember who it was---perhaps Uncle Wes---who gave
us finger paints for our birthday, but we didn't have them long. I guess
we made a mess.
Birthdays were always special.
Nancy and I would take whatever little money we had uptown to the local
five-and-dime store to pick out that special something for our dad, mom,
grandma, or sister, whoever was a special person of the day. Many a figurine or
some horrible-smelling toilet water was bought there. For Christmas, this was
the store to go to for presents.
On my 16th birthday
we had a big dinner. Aunt Toddy and Uncle Bill were at
the big table in the hall. I had just met Tom the night before, but I couldn't
wait to tell Aunt Toddy about him and how he was so cute. Grandma called him my
“beau.”
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