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[shoekitty]

@suzyQ3

We must, we must , we must improve our bust...

for fear, for fear , we'll never wear a brassier 

what God has forgotten, we stuff with cotton

[mac116]

@shoekitty:

Our version was:

We must, we must, we must improve the bust

The bigger the better

The tighter the sweater

The boys depend on us

[bonnielu]

Every year our neighbor and friend invites us over for berry pie.  She picks the berries from the border (our yard and hers).  She has offered to cut down or trim down the bushes bur I tell her, "not necessary." 

The pie, the bushes, the berries bring back memories of my grandmother and me walking along the rural road in Verrmont near her house.  She and I would collect the berries and then take them back and she would combine it with rhubard and make me a pie or two.  To this day  I WILL FIND A RHUBARB - BERRY PIE on a yearly basis and in the case of a few weeks ago the Berry Pie without the Rhubarb.

[maestra]

Walking into a college party and the 1st boy to come up to me (tall and blonde-very Germanic looking) asked me if I wanted to dance-he became my husband.

Watching an adagio (partners) ballet class at Balanchine's school.

Driving over a mountain pass and having a large valley spread out like a topographical map in fron of us.

Learning to drive in the Fall on a mountain road with aspens changing and wild horses running next to us on the road (1970's) in New Mexico.

Both my grandfathers.

Nana brushing my long red hair while I stood on a warmed heating pad. It was cold and I was 7 yo.