Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009

Alijo!
Sweet memories of Clotilde. Of throwing the candy the nuns gave us behind the berry bushes. We were sure the candy was poisoned. We decided that we were so bad that this was their plot to rid themselves of us. Candy was a rarity; so this belief of ours was absolutely real in our seven year old minds. We would throw the candy over the bushes and run down the hill so fast, till our little hearts couldn't beat any faster and our mouths gasped for air....
Clotilde......the beating we got when we decided her two year old brother was too old for curly locks to his shoulders and gave him a haircut....
Clotilde....the tangos we danced on Sundays afternoon at the firehouse. All the young lovers we disturbed by purposefully bumping into them and being so sure that they would never catch us because we were faster than lightening.
I wish I had seen you again! I did meet your daughter. She is lovely Clotilde. Lovely!
But so quiet and reserved. So much pain in her eyes. I wish I could have heard from her that wicked sound of your laughter.



