She's not eating, so I talk about food. Is that cruel? I think she likes it. Last night I took her to The Crystal Palace in the Marshall Field's Department Store on Michigan Avenue and we had hot fudge sundae's. I was little, and so my memory is foggy, but I remember it being special times between us. Maybe that's how her mind is, a few colors, or feelings, tastes or smells. I tried to remember too, and how we would spoon out the hot fudge from little silver cups with a long spoon in pink wire chairs. As I talked and tried to remember, she began to move her mouth and chew, she really enjoyed hers, and I mine was good too.
Does anyone else remember that place? I found this fun blog that did.
|That could be me and Peggy in 1974|