Tuesday, January 12, 2015 – It’s OUR Birthday! Happy Birthday to my Favorite Sister and to One of My High School Classmates.
Happy Birthday to Sister Dale and Dear Friend, Mollie!
I know you were paying close attention to detail yesterday and immediately noticed that in yesterday’s post, Molly’s name was spelled M-O-L-LY. Today it is spelled M- O-L-L-I- E. This is because Molly/ie was way ahead of her time as she was in most things and like most young ladies in their teen years, they experimented with the changing of her name. I have yet to determine how some of my classmates and friends spell their first names. I wanted to change my name to Pdelia with a silent “P” but mother would not let me.
As I mentioned in an earlier HWIT post, Mollie and I shared birthday parties at age six and again at age 13. I think we may have had a Sweet 16, but I really do not remember and can find no photographs. Here are some photographs from the party when we were six. It is OK, Celeste to change one of your FB comments – “As I recall, you were rather spoiled” to totally spoiled. Everybody knew it (knows it?).
The Birthday Party of Delia and Mollie – January 12 or 13, 1955 – Age 6 – Magnolia, Texas – Sawmill House
Prior to the arrival of guests
That was the cutest little dress – a black velvetin top with a darling gro-grain black and white checked skirt. I refused to wear it! Obviously, notice who won that dress war. Notice the look of sheer happiness on my face. Perhaps it was the orthopedic shoes. It also appears that I just received a haircut from Barber Clark who was the barber at the sawmill.
I do not remember those little girls at the end of the table, but the one on the right does not appear to be having a good time. Is that Melanie Swann?
You can bet that homemade cake had perfect 7 minute icing with a devil’s food chocolate inside. Still my favorite cake of all time. Notice the cake is already cut from one side? Who did that? Why our lovely Mollie. That is her head in the foreground.
And then my turn. I am so pissed at this point, I am surprised my mother allowed a knife in my hands. Notice Mollie’s ensemble? I am quite confident I gave my mother the best dirty look at six year old can muster –
Miss Mae Emma let Mollie wear blue jeans and flannel shirt and you made me wear this dress! With orthopedic shoes no less!
Kristen, I have seen that same look and silly grin on your face many times. Talk about genetics!
Sweet Memories. Dear Friends.