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Stargazer Lilies and Dixie Cups
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Stargazer Lilies and Dixie Cups |
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Liz Sinclair Member
since 2006-05-06
Posts 93Atlantis 
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Stargazer Lilies and Dixie Cups The lemon halves lay in disarray upon the old mahogany table. A faint citric aroma permeated within the room as we squeezed the pulp into grandma's Waterford crystal vase, watching the seeds float up and down with the ice cubes. As we poured the sugar in, watching it dissolve into a makeshift tempest, the clink and clank from the matching stirrer echoed like the chime chorus from Tchaikovsky's, The Nutcracker. On the china hutch laid the construction paper, like a prism matte, with the elementary words, Lemonade 5ยข, written with scented, colored markers. We dug up some of grandmas stargazer lilies and arranged them around the legs of the old sawhorse that was peeking out from under the plywood covered by the quilt with the daisy appliques handsewn on it. Our kaleidoscope of paper ads fluttered as the wind blew them around and the sound of big-wheels riding up and down the sidewalk could be heard on the next block. Jenny Pearson was mighty jealous of our lemonade stand and refused to buy any, but that didn't stop the other kids from coming over. We made $1.25 that day. Grandma wasn't too pleased to see that we had used her good crystal, but her anger was replaced with laughter when she saw my cousin push Jimmy Reed down for trying to steal a cup of our lemonade. We were glad she didn't notice the flowers. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz...I loved this...it reminded me so much of my youngun days, lemonade and my grandmother. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 memories here too |
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