Tea Party

Remember when you made mud pies and announced that they were for dinner? Possibly no one else has that particular experience.

After reading Alice in Wonderland, I borrowed four of my mother's tea cups and held a tea party in the lobby of our apartment building. Mrs. Schiller, who lived on the ground floor, heard the rattling of cups and opened her door.

" Parties need music, " she said before she ducked back into her house and reappeared dragging a large Grundig radio.

" It even gets short wave."

My friend Annie brought Oreo cookies, Nina brought a jar filled with lemonade."

Mrs.Schiller taught us how to waltz to the short wave static and how to curtsy properly.

"You never know when the King of Diamonds will visit, " she said.

 

 

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