A Ball of Yarn and a Book
When I was a little girl my mother had to work in a store. She was a sales lady in the millinery department of National’s Family Store, a precursor to Walmart. When she couldn’t find a babysitter she would bring my brother and I to work with her and plant us at a table in the snack bar area for however many hours that she had to work. We would eat lunch usually grill cheese and French fries both of which I still love today unfortunately. She would give us two dollars each and tell us we could buy whatever we wanted. I would usually buy a skein of yarn and some knitting needles, even back then I was always losing them and a book. My brother could get whatever he wanted to and we would just sit there for hours happily occupying ourselves with our treasures. Here I am at 60 years old still remembering the joy of spending that money on something I loved. I was always a reader even as a small child and I loved the feel of books. I loved to ...