When I was five years old, my grandmother would care for me before school each day. She would turn the stereo console on and play big band music from the 40's. I remember dressing up in her mink stole as we danced around the living room spinning and twirling to the classics. She told me that one day the mink would be mine and I hoped that I would be as beautiful as she was wrapped in luxurious mink. Time, of course, came and went and my grandmother passed away many years ago. I have often wondered what happened to her mink stole and wished that I could wear it just one more time. Little did I know, my grandmother had given the stole to her daughter and sometime during the early 80's when fur was not fashionable and we were wearing hideous things like leather pants and spandex, my aunt tossed the mink into the Goodwill bin near her home. She did not know that anyone actually wanted the mink and donated it to charity. She told me she remembers lo
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.
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