I clearly remember my panic when Mom told me we were moving. Uprooted at 3 from my birthplace home and the friends I'd never see again, Linda and Ronnie Andriesco. I stood on the 2nd stair with my left hand on the newel post as I digested the news; then I climbed the stairs.
Julie Tawns, David McRae, Patty Wedlake (she was always crying about something!) LOL
Both Diane and I were subjects of a freelance photographer. Diane's photos were taken at the ballpark! She had wonderful curly red hair and a round smiling face. Sadly, it went into the trash when our mom was "cleaning up" and tossed the family picture albums! We were angry with her, but what was done was done. It caused quite a rift in our family for some years. Now, I'm starting to wonder WHO will want my albums!!! No one, that's who.
Bah, humbug! Christmas shopping today ... 3 stores and I'm pooped. It's Nap:30 ... LOL ... then wrapping.
Mark worked in the guest bathroom (again) this afternoon. It's odd that the smallest room takes more time to redo than, say, a bedroom.
Tomorrow is Christmas cookie baking day!
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