My mother was born on February 17th, 1917. She lived her life for ninety-one years. She was seventeen in 1934. The four numbers in that year add up to seventeen. She told me I was not permitted to go on a car date with a boy until I was seventeen. Maybe seventeen was her lucky number.
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an adorable, beautiful child! makes me smile 🙂
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adorable! don’t you love the dress. Do you have anything like that of hers?
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My sister may have a few very old things but I think most of the clothes got handed down and worn out. Or made in to quilts.
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I would love to have seen that dress in person – it looks like there is some fine hand-stitching on it.
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Yes there probably is. I expect this was Sunday best and a very rare thing to have a professional photo taken. There is no fuss like this for the next three siblings. 😊
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I like the numbers-association. Certain brains ‘get it’ all for the sake of seeing it…not at all related to ‘numerology’.
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