10.What was your favorite toy and why?

I don't' really remember a favorite toy.  However, I do remember longing for a "Tiny Tears" doll. I was in the second grade and we lived in the farm house at Rice. When the Sears Roebuck Christmas Catalog came, I cut out the picture of Tiny Tears . Every night, I'd say my prayers, and right after the litany of "God Bless Mama, God Bless Daddy, God Bless Grandma and the rest , I'd  ask God to bring me Tiny Tears for Christmas.  Then  I'd whisper to the picture and tell Tiny all the wonderful things we were going to do, until I finally  fell asleep.

On Christmas morning, there under the tree was a doll sized box. I just knew that God had answered my prayers.

But Mama got the doll that wet her pants mixed up with the doll that cried real tears and I ended up with "Besty Wetsy" instead.

9. What kind of games did you play growing up?

Our dad taught us to play "cutthroat  Canasta" when we were so little we had to sit on catalogs to boost us up to table height.   We were mean little card players. We also played Scrabble when we got older.

8.Describe the personalities of your family members.

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!)