Catherine in the coat and hat
Black marker on paper
5.5 x 8.5 inches
Barbara Muir © 2019When I was a little girl I adopted a family.
Really they adopted me -- because I was told
to go outside all the time, and would be hanging
around the nearby streets with my dog. The long
and the short of it is that a nice family let me
come in and see the baby. I fell in love with
the baby, and the couple proceeded to have
three more from the time I was seven when
I met them, until I was thirteen when I moved away.
I loved, loved, loved these babies, and before long
I was helping change their diapers, playing with them,
and I was allowed to take them for walks around the
corner to my house and my mother.
My mother was sad about changes in baby clothes,
and snowsuits, and things that tried to make babies
look older than they were. She was an amazing sewer
and sewed this beautiful coat and hat for one of the children,
Catherine, in a deep rose corduroy (so it would be
washable). The coat had pleats and so much material,
but it was sweet, and Catherine's mother was sure to
let me dress Catherine in the coat and hat if I was bringing
her to see my Mother.
Have a loving your memories day.
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