04-05-2015, 01:13 PM
I can't exactly recall this but I've seen the pix and heard the stories of an Easter Sunday when I was a little girl. I'm my Mom's only daughter so any opportunity to dress me in ribbons & dainty girly stuff was a big deal to her. She got me dressed in my Easter finery and expected me to sit quietly on the porch while she corralled my brothers and made sure they were spit shined before we left for Mass. It came time to leave and no one could find me. I was under the porch in the dirt playing with my dog. Not much has changed. I've seen the pix, it looks like my tears made mud on my face and the dog is wearing my hair ribbon.
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