Somebody I used to know..

After posting my latest blog, I started to wonder about the family I wrote about, the owners of the Valley Inn.  The beautiful daughter, Rosemary, died this past March in Phoenix, Arizona.  She had indeed studied at the Sorbonne, and had become a fifth-grade teacher. Her obituary said she had cared for her mother and brother.  She was 81.  ( At one time, her mother gave my family some of her clothes for us girls to wear.  That was a common practice at the time, to hand down clothes to younger children; that's if there were no siblings in line.  One day I was outside playing and wearing a skirt that  had been hers and she passed by to go into Sara's store. The skirt was a multi-striped silky material, probably real silk.  I was afraid that she saw me wearing the elegant skirt to play in, with me looking kind of scruffy, and definitely not elegant.   I remember feeling embarrassed  about wearing her undoubtedly expensive skirt as playclothes, and tried to stay out of her line of vision.  I'm pretty sure that she probably would not have recognized her skirt, or knew who I was, but even now, with her dead and gone, I still remember her cool sophisticated appearance.  She had lived in France!