Patent Cereals

When Patent Cereal burned, I was not very old…maybe 10? Half of Geneva went down to watch. I was at Mary Martha’s house and her mother took us down to the lake. We were so close that a cinder burned a hole in my fake fur coat (handed down from one of Grace’s daughters). Mom went ballistic when I came home. She forbade me ever to go anywhere with the Crawfords for a very long time.

Cherry Street A Christensen Family Archive Tak for kaffe!