The blow-up light saber was a hit. The rocking horse (named Philly) was a survival from my childhood.
Thirty one years ago --and several of these little children round the table have children of their own. Sadly, three of those grown ups in the picture below are gone -- my neighbor Betty, Vicky Owen, my friend from college, and my mother-in-law Frances --- Frannie, in an earlier Sepia Saturday post. Bittersweet, the passage of time. . .
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