We learn, we remember, we stir memories, we laugh, usually at ourselves and with each other.
These were truly the good ole days.
Before we even knew we were of a race or in a race.
4 little girls who loved to wade in the gutters when it rained and climb that pear tree I was probably looking at in the side yard.
We could climb that pear tree and see our entire street.
There was room for all of us.
This was taken in 1946 in front of the neighbor's house.
I was 8, second from right and my sister on the right end was 6.
That was our last year on that street.
We moved away in December of that year.
Those 4 little girls had their share of life's bumps and grinds I promise you.
My little sister was so dear to me I can just feel the protectiveness I felt for her weld up in my heart just looking at this picture.
I thought I would die myself when she passed away at age 32 due to breast cancer.
April 19th is her birthday anniversary and I always get
melancholy around this time of year.
Found this is Mama's photo album.
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