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Fellow Writer and Wrangler Nancy Jardine recently shared a picture of a beautiful plaid dress that reminded me of an old remnant of fabric saved from my childhood. I retrieved it, wrinkled but intact, from my mother’s cedar chest.
The fall I turned eleven, my grandfather–my father’s father, whom we called Dad–gave her money to buy me a birthday present. She purchased this wool plaid to make a pleated skirt for me. When I was sixteen, she remade the skirt into an A-line skirt and a weskit.
Opening the package at breakfast was a bittersweet experience, because Dad had died unexpectedly the afternoon before. Mother told me she’d chosen the fabric because the blue reminded her of the color of his eyes.
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Kathy Waller blogs at Telling the Truth–Mainly
and at Austin Mystery Writers.
Two of her stories appear in
Murder on Wheels: 11 Stories of Crime on the Move.