Its raining. Its raining hard. I'm all alone on the back porch. I have my pick of the big red rocking chairs. I like the bigger one better because I can sit cross legged on it and rock higher. There's thunder and there's lightening. Bernie told me that Bobby Moore's grandmother got hit by lightening standing in their back garden. But I am safe. I'm on the porch.
A little while ago, Monica was back there with me. Before it started to rain. We were playing cut-outs. We got matching cut-out books for Easter. Rita helped me cut out the dolls because they are on the covers and the paper is thicker and harder to cut. I cut out the clothes myself.
Monica gets mad when I put the same dresses on my dolls that she puts on hers. Its hard for me to decide what my dolls should wear. When I see what her's are wearing, it seems like a good idea.
Monica got mad at me and went inside. It was too windy to keep playing anyways and then the rain started. I liked the smell and the sound of the rain. Watching it hit the sidewalk.
Our sidewalks were smooth and flat from the alley all the way to the front of the house. That was good for roller skates but not so much for collecting rain puddles. There would be good puddles in the alley but if you jump into them barefoot, you might hit a stone or piece of glass. Alley puddles were better when it was colder and you were wearing boots.
It gets darker and the wind gets colder. I don't want to go in the house because I will run into Monica and she is mad at me.
Mama comes out on the porch. She brings me a sweater. She takes the smaller rocking chair, letting me stay in the big one. We sit together and watch the rain. I love Mama.
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This one made me cry.
Your stream of remembered events is very interesting and electrifys my memory. I do remember those paper dolls and also helping to dress them. After a few tries of turning over the shoulder tabs and then the side tabs, looking at the doll, then pulling off the clothes and putting on different ones, I found the side tabs were not even necessary. This got boring fast but not for you girls, you kept at it while I went out to play softball at Bennet School.
I remember us being on the back porch after dinner with Ma while she broke of kernels from a refrigerated cooked corn on the cob from earlier. Boy, was that good. But it sure kept her busy supplying us with the snack that she had intended for herself.
She sure used to whip those kernals right off the cob with her thumb. I have done that (or tried to) and its not nearly as easy as she made it look.
Just like she made it look easy to cut a whole potato into french fries in her hand.
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