Dear Grandma Bessie, You know what? I didn't know that we were poor. You never told me. I mean, we had plenty of food and I don't remember wanting for anything. You always made sure I had atleast 50 cents to take to W.T. Grant's on Saturday mornings. Did you know that Ann and I would both go to the store with the same amount of money and without fail come Saturday night she would have some great trinket and I had nothing? Nothing except maybe some candy wrappers and possibly a queezy stomach to match. Why, Ann would even save her change to add to next week's trip, while I would try to find one more item for that 11 or 12 cents. Some things never change Grandma. I can still hear you nagging me to get out of bed or get left behind. Oh..Saturday... the most glorious day of the week. Everyone piling into Poppies car, you, Alma, Ann and me. You and Aunt Alma doing the grocery shopping , and Ann and I off on our own. I laugh now when I think how mortified you were when I paid 35 cents for a Neil Sedaka, red vinyl 45. But that not nearly as bad as when Ann and I lied about what movie we were seeing, when in fact it was the 'monstrous' Beatles in Hard Days Night. I swear that she and I were the only ones not screaming and pulling our hair. Much to mature for that were we, at ten years old. After the shopping home to put away the groceries and then down the path to Aunt Alma's for hamburger gravy, fresh sliced tomatoes and the like. I thought Aunt Alma was rich, I mean they had that huge salt box house and that beautiful kitchen set. I can still see that red table... oh my but it was something, the chrome legs, red and white top and even the chairs with that same design as the table on the padded backs with the brass tacks. She still uses it, and I'm sure it is just as beautiful as ever. After lunch Ann and I were free to play and create whatever world we saw fit. Maybe it was climbing the sour cherry tree or up the crab apple trees to save the world once again. Do you remember the time that Ann and I climbed to the top of the cherry tree and wouldn't answer when you called for us? We sat there teetering on tiny branches, our very lives at risk, while the whole neighborhood looked for us and worried. Then Ann couldn't resist dropping cherries on top of everyone's head who innocently walked under that tree. We were found out! Busted! And.. in deep trouble. When I think of Ann all these years later and thousands of miles away, I think of climbing trees. I think of her often.
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