Both of my parents liked to play. That spirit of play is something that I'm happy that we've all handed down to our family. Daddy was lots of fun. We had spitball fights when Donna and I were real little. Daddy hid behind the sofa (we called it a davenport) and Donna and I hid behind a big overstuffed chair. We used a rubber bands to send the spit balls flying across the room.
Mama loved parties and made every holiday special- even if just was jello. Red jello for Valentine's Day, Green jello for St. Patrick's Day.
And because she never had birthday parties growing up- ours were huge. (course because I was overwhelmed by those birthday parties- I never wanted to have big parties for my kids).
The photo at right is a halloween party- Donna is in the back row 3rd from right blowing a horn. I'm in the bottom row, first person on the right- about ready to cry!
Donna was always "brave and tough" I was tender hearted and more sensitive. (I think that was refered to as a "cry baby" in those days.)
Donna was more serious and I was always funny. We had a druggist in Kettle Falls who used to say that when we were little that Donna was Russian (NO!) and I was German (Yah!)
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