Monday, June 8, 2015
From the trader's fair....
Mom and I used to walk and go visit these neighbors of ours...it was a man and his wife and his mom that lived there. I think I have told before about how in this one bedroom, they kept this wringer washer. I do not know if it worked or not. And I don't recall how come I was even in there, but I was in there with one of them for some reason. And for some reason, she got into this wringer washer...it was full to the brim of purses!
How I wanted to look through them, but I knew better than to ask...and of course I didn't reach for any. But every time we went there from then on, I was hoping to get to go into that room again, but it never happened. I still wonder about them. I never seen either of the women with a purse. It almost makes me think it was a dream, but I know it wasn't.
Anyway, when we were there, I mostly played out around the house...there wasn't really much to do, but I do remember being outside. There was a catalpa tree, and if it was summer, their big leaves fascinated me.
If I were inside very much, she had some little tiny ceramic cats...I suppose the wife saw me looking at them. Anyway, if I had to stay inside for some reason, she would always get them down and let me play with them.
This is the same neighbor that they stopped by after being to town, and he told me he had almost caught a pigeon for me. I didn't realize it, but he must have know how I loved animals. He had been able to walk right up to it....I don't know if he got to the point where he was bending over to catch it, but I do remember being amazed at how close he got. I would have been totally thrilled with a gift like that.