Ann is missing and there is no one taking her place in the Funeral picture. But very nice to have Dwight in there!Now for the Wheaties Box. I can remember that cardboard box as if it was yesterday. I treasured that box and played in it by the hour. Usually with a cat, and this time with Steve. His was just as much fun.
Oh Judy, what a gem.
As I look at these pictures of my siblings that have been posted over the last few days, I have lots of sweet memories and a couple of thoughts. First, there has always been a sense of wishing there was a way to move New York right next door so we could have more time with Steve, and more memories recorded in pictures. The pictures I do I have are treasured - and being able to photo shop him into a picture doesn't fill in the empty spot. Second, whether in the pictures, on the phone, or in letters written (email or whatever), the years have been fuller, more fun and challenges more bearable because I have had five brothers and sisters who have been there, through thick and thin. To be called "little sister" by four of you, and to be protected by my "little brother" has been such a blessing. Thank you for staying close.
And it is usual to critique our own pictures when we see them - the picture from Grandpa Wasden's funeral day of the four of us on the back porch at Penrose. What a ghastly hair-do for me - Judy and Louise look most put-together. Oh, well - who's keeping track?
As I recall the Wheaties box was a school bus. I believe that Ann and I were in it together and Judy was in command. Don't ask me hoe I remember, I remembeer standing in my playpen in the corner, making it rock so that someone would help me with a jail break. Judy and I discussed this a little bit. The box probably came from buying groceries at Sawyers, I still remember the store with fondess. The cereal stacked high against the wall, the rolloing ladder. The one time we met grandmother there for shopping after dropping off the cream. If someone elose has a different take on the layout please don't ruin the illusion.
I am so happy I posted the Wheaties box picture. I remember it just as clearly as anyone. I remember wondering what the "little kids" found so appealing about an old battered Wheaties box with the corner falling apart. But I overlooked the power of imagination and the fact that a simple Wheaties box was worth more in entertainment value and fun than a thousand dollars worth of electronic gadgetry. First time I learned it was a school bus. Who knew. It could just as easily have been the airplane in which I told Miss Shinn in the first grade that I had flown in over Chicago. How lucky we were to have a Wheaties box and some imaginations.
Yes, Steve, I remember it exactly as you do - now! With Judy in charge we couldn't really go wrong. Not to change the subject or anything, do you remember playing under the quilt that was on the quilt frame to be tied? And "help, murder, police"? Where did that ever come from? Does this subject deserve its own posting?
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