Her grandmother died in December. In January Eisenhower was inaugurated and she went to live with her father and his new family. They told her new sibling to call her Sister.
Her new home was a thin-walled box: living room, kitchen, two small bedrooms and a tiny bathroom. And for the first time in her life she shared a bed.
At her grandmother's house she had slept on a narrow army cot under the window in the front room which also housed a huge old quilt box, an oak armoire, and an open grate stove. In the winter, when her grandmother lowered the quilt frame from the ceiling hooks, it created a warm cocoon for the girl and her dog.
Her old home was in a small town where everyone knew her family. Her new home was way out of town on a dirt road and only one neighbor down the way. She rode a school bus into town where there was only a school, one store, and two churches. On the good side, there was a small black and white tv and she got to watch Captain Kangaroo in the mornings and What's My Line and The Hit Parade in the evenings.
2 comments:
Wow! Did you ever think of writing a book? ;-) Coop (love the images)
You're so funny :>) And, yes, as a matter of fact I saw how easy it was for my friend so, what the heck, why not ? :-) And thank you for reading and writing back. It inspires me.
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