October 2, 2010
Photo by Vicki Harris
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It was something we just did, sometimes early in the afternoon or late in the day before the sun went down. Most likely it was Sunday, sometimes Saturday but most always Sunday after lunch was done and Shirley Temple was over on television.
We all have generally the same hair color, except for my older brother, who is bald now but who used to have hair kind of like the rest of us. We have the same color eyes, give or take, and the same ears -- perfectly proportioned ones that we get from her side of the family, my mother says.