We were not rich people - borderline poor, actually. My mother was very talented, though, with her hands. She could sew, carve wood, make ships in a bottle, paint pictures, and among other things, create rock gardens with big West Texas rocks. She was a slip of a woman when I was growing up, weighing at about 98, and of course, like married ladies, do, she gained some curves. She was quiet, withdrawn, introspective.

It was no surprise then, that her way of giving was to create something for the giftee. When I was 10, too old for dolls and too young for boys, I announced that I wanted a formal evening dress for Christmas. Now mind you, I had nowhere to wear it - no dance or piano recital, no parties, no-where. But when Christmas morning came, my box was white, full of white tissue surrounding the most beautiful yellow formal you could imagine. The body of it was a pretty yellow water taffeta, and it had a bolero of yellow netting piped with some of the ruffled taffeta and with tiny taffeta roses nestled here and there. This dress was such a sacrifice for my parents during the depression, and in some peoples' eyes, a total waste of time for my mother. But oh, I loved it. I never got to wear it anywhere except around the house, but I was a really proud little Southern Belle.

She made many other things for me and for my daughter, many hand made Barbie clothes, but I'll always remember my sweet little Alice "Yellow" gown.

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