The story was called We Like Apples. It was about the apple tree in our backyard at 1 Montgomery Avenue in Gaithersburg, Maryland. There was a rope swing on the tree and nearby was an old shack that my parents had turned into a play house. It was an old rented house in a neighborhood full of tall trees and Catholic families with lots of children. There was always something going on and we ran from house to house, never lacking playmates. It was a different time and a happy one.
The sun in the drawing above reminds me of the miracle at Fatima although I had not heard of Fatima at the time. I have no idea why I drew a swirling sun with a cross in it.
It is amazing that my sister has kept my little book for so many years ago. I thought it was gone forever. But Andrea is good at hanging on to family memorabilia. Share
7 comments:
What a loving thing to do! She must be very proud of you as I am sure you are of her, and rightly so.
What a kind sister!
And, I love your drawing. :>
That is an interesting observation regarding the way you drew the sun.
I have a special place in my heart for children's art and your book is wonderful. Thanks for sharing this very special treasure.
I'm saving my son's stories as well...he keeps a journal full of them. :)
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I think it's wonderful that she saved them!
From an English major's point of view, I add that now you have juvenalia for scholars to peruse in a hundred years! ;)
A sister's love, in action!
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