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Pick One.......a non election post
Pick One.......a non election post I remember the fall when Margaret got scarlet fever. Everyone was afraid of polio so no one could go swimming. Mama sent me to the farm early because it was far away from the city. I stayed there for the whole summer until right before school started. When I came home, I wanted to bring all the bits and pieces I collected for Margaret to her but mama said she had to call first. I was skipping in place waiting to be set free to run the yards separating us. Grrr. Finally, she was off the phone and I could go, mama calling after me trying to tell me something, I just waved and ran. Margaret’s mom standing guard at the door to their house, brought me up quick. She always said to call her Minnie but I just couldn’t. it wouldn’tt come out my mouth no matter how hard I tried. She sat me down on the steps, her voice very quiet, like it always was but broken, like it never was. She told me My Friend couldn’t play or move or even talk too much but I could see her, yes, every day, as long as I could be quiet, gentle, calm. “is she going to die” tears burned down my face which she wiped away with her hand. “I don’t know. ” “does it hurt” “sometimes.” I took the stairs to our room…the room where we always played when we were at Margaret’s house, the one with the door to the attic, the shelves filled with books, a window over the street where Margaret lined up her dollies. It smelled of medicine, stale, old. It usually smelled of grape bubblegum and some weird cleaning thing. Margaret was sitting up against pillows, her hair wet against her forehead, her eyes too bright. She smiled, tapped her bed. I sat on the bed, spilling out the bag of keepsies, telling stories for each precious thing but never really meeting those eyes. The whole time, my stomach felt wrong, my heart going fast. She didn’t talk much but held each stone or pod like it was spun glass. Mrs. Margaret came in and said I had to leave. Margaret pleaded for more time, but my feet were heading to door. “will you come back” her voice trailed after me “Every day” I whispered She was asleep already. I ran home, terrified. My mama caught me up, holding me tight. Later that night mama and me, we made a box filled with tiny things, all wrapped separate like. My sister the saint helped too. So pretty. We put dates on each one. The next day when Mrs. Margaret called, I walked over there carrying it careful. “One a day until you don’t need one and we can go look for things together.” Her fingers roved the box as her Mama left the room, hurrying down the hall. “Which one is today?” “I don’t know. You do.” And she picked You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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there is absolutely no picture appropriate for this blog. I have one of Margaret,healthy and happy but she's a Christian lady and I doubt she'd like her face up on a sex site. oh my.........that made me laugh........the very idea You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Many people today , especially the younger ones, have no idea or just don't remember how terrifying so many illnesses were then. I have a dear friend who had polio as a child. She survived it. My world would be a bleaker place without her in it. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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This was written in a beautiful style and the ending was perfect. Thank you, Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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I teach a course on social networks and one of the things I talk about is the importance of vaccinations. There's a game on the Internet that presents a network and one of the dots turns red, representing someone who has become ill. the goal of the game is to innoculate the right people in the right places to stop the spread of the illness. My students are assigned to play the game and they are always shocked at how tough it is to stop an epidemic once it begins.
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Another very touching story. . You were so sweet as a child. I wish I had friends like you when I was little.
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Very sweet. Vive La Difference
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