My sister and I used to go to Spokane and pretend we were from another country and that our father was rich. We spoke in our "native tongue" to store clerks while we admired mink coats and human hair wigs at the Bon Marche.
" Maw wee wee " one of us would utter. The other would respond in kind. Serious- or laughing or wagging a finger.
"Just you wait til Papa hears of this" the other would say. (speaking English with a bit of an accent).
We really thought that we were fooling people.
But perhaps- they could tell we were from Kettle Falls (and barely "double digits") afterall. Humm.
About Me
- Ms Jackie
- I am interested in learning more about family history and how my family fits into the history of the nation. This starts out with answers to questions from my daughter-in-law, Keri Hills. The first question is answered in the oldest post.
