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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I am about 8 or 9 years old. I am standing in the front parlor room of my parents home. It is a time of day that the sun is not bright in this room. It is not evening since none of the lights are on. It is afternoon. My Mother has a female guest. I am being introduced to her. My Mama had many female visitors that I needed to be polite to. This woman is wearing a grey hat, skirt, and little jacket that all go together and a white high collared blouse. Her hair is light brown and is worn up. She seems to be in her late twenties. She has taken off her gloves and they are sitting in her lap. She extends her hand to greet me. I take her hand and it is soft and delicate. I think I like this woman. She has made a good impression upon me. I like her better than some of the other ladies that are my Mama's friends or guests. This woman sits very straight and looks all neat and crisp. She also has a nice figure with a thin waist and a well balanced chest. She is sitting on what appears to be a light blue velvet couch and my Mama sits on a love seat that is placed in front of the front window where most of the light is coming from. I can't see my Mama very well because of this or anything that is in that part of the room. There is a coffee table that is there and I think she has a tea set out. I find myself eyeballing some long rectangular shaped cookies? Either way, I want some and wonder if I should ask. For some reason I think that they are only for guests and if I get one, then Lothar and Eza will want one. This new lady in the grey dress seems like the type who would give me one. **** Time in the Memory is missing*** Somehow I am suddenly standing next to the lady in grey who is asking me if I would like one of these cookies. I think I glance at Mama hoping that she will give me the okay to accept. She nods at me with a smile. I know that I am grinning since I have gotten the prize I wanted. I tell her thank you and Mama tells me to run along and play. Now I am wondering if I should brag about my prize or just be happy with it.
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