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  • I look at this 62 year old Kodak shot of my younger sister and I with our fathers daddy, and what I feel, what I remember, and what I see are not all the same.

    Those few years he lived with us are wonderful sweet feeling of seeing baby chickens hatch, visiting our grandpa Dent in his old trailer in the back yard ... the events are almost dreams and the feelings are sweet and bitter since he left us to soon and then died away from family in a tragic county hospital fire.

    The tree behind the chicken house hides a view of the lovely field our dad Olin and his dad Dent, planted and harvested corn for two summers and we two kids and cousins helped out now and then. Of course the small town of Lees Summit grew fast - by the time I was just three years older the field was gone to become a back entrance to one of the buildings that soon lined main street one block over from our little house.

    I look at the play cloth our mother dressed my sister and I in and have passing flash of a feelings of wind blowing the skirts up and my feeling embarrassment; and I am amazed that women would send little girls our to play with no thought to how short dresses might make a child feel ... I raised a girl decades later and enjoyed making and buying dresses and play cloth for her and knew the difference! The dresses were not to short by 1985 ... of course Shelly Temple danced in moves a few years before I was born in 1945 and the poor dear had dresses ever shorter then these I have on!

    Yes, what I feel and what I remember of my few years with Dent are special - so as I look at this image and talk to my sister Sandy about those days I have also learned what we each recall is not the same at all - except we know we were their together and that is forever.
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