Thursday, July 12, 2012

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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