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Monday, April 18, 2011
Some of my earliest memories are those of me kneeling at my neighbor’s dining room table, watching her pinning and cutting out dress patterns. She was a women, who often watched me. She was old enough to be my grandmother, but I would call her my first real friend. I would spend time just hanging out with her, eating a bologna sandwich, walking up the street to the candy shop, going for after dinner bicycle rides in the summertime and having sleepovers. It was from her that I gained my love for sewing.