We love living at Meadowlark Hills, as it has simplified our life significantly. We can close up the apartment and go to visit friends or family, or just leave on a trip and not worry about leaving...
March 22, 2018
Submitted by Helen Roser
Being a tomboy, I was busy climbing trees in my coveralls when my mother called me to come home. Company was coming. Time to clean up.
My mother said she was going to be a nervous wreck from trying to make a lady out of me. I was a skinny kid with straight red hair and big feet.
My good dresses had a sash from a side seam that tied in a big bow in back. If I hardly moved at all, it came undone and hung down. I also had to wear a big bow clamped in my hair which, without provocation, skidded down my hair and hung off my ear.
But there was one good thing. I got to wear my dressup shoes. They were black patent leather sandals with straps that fastened with silver buckles. They were gorgeous and I wanted to look at them all the time.
I didn't have to curtsy when company came, like my girlfriends did. My mother settled for me sitting like a lady. She whispered: “Sit still and keep quiet.” So I did, so nothing would come untied or fall off. But I so wanted to stick my feet out so I could look at my beautiful shoes.
A neat thing about being an adult was wearing beautiful expensive shoes, for as long as aging limbs allowed.
2121 Meadowlark Road
Manhattan, KS 66502
March 22, 2018
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