Done with the pile of boxes that came from outside storage. Last night as I went through the last box, I found an envelope from my sister Sara with this picture and a note.
This is the second joyful picture of Mary T that I’ve unearthed from this mound of paper. After consulting with the cake-maker Kate, we’ve decided that the occasion was Mary Teresa’s second birthday, which would have been March 1959. I was 15, and lighting the candle with all the intensity of a high school sophomore. Obviously too slowly for the two year old.
I will add that when I showed this picture to a visitor this morning, she said “She really was your baby sister.” Sorry, Mary, I know you hated when it said that.