Jul 242013


pf sm 4yrs

Five year old Peggy modeling this summer’s flour-sack-dress on the farm near Cap Rock. My father was a Sharecropper. The youngest of eight children, I learned a lot on the farm and had many imaginary friends..

Thinking about memory scents this morning. Tell me your favorite.  Remembering hanging sheets on the clothes with my mom early in the morning, fresh morning breezes blowing the smell of “bluing” into the air.  I can close my eyes and smell a mountain meadow, covered with wildflowers and bathed in sunshine.  The fragrance of  banana nut bread filling the house…Oh that’s not a memory, it’s my house. Hope bread’s not burning.

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