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Angelica's Indelible Memory

Angelica dedicated her life to sewing, and with needle, tread and amazing speed she created stylish, beautiful dresses for any doll.. a spindle was used for spinning cotton, and an hour glass to tell time; why did she work so hard at seventy three... when other women of her age took strolls and chatted? Angelica was a widow and lived three doors down and often she told me about her husband John who fought in the Vietnam War and was awarded many medals; her son Tod was drafted and was sent to Iraq... she was too lonely and I was her other friend... besides her spindle, doll and hour glass. Angelica thought much of death, and staring at me she tenderly whispered, " Son, these three items I entrust to you, when I can no longer use them...take good care of them. " I nodded as she kept on sewing another dress for a pretty doll...steadily watching the spindle spin until the hour glass ran out of sand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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