It was one
of those weekends my father had a break and could come home from Berlin, which
was rare during WWII.
It was a
beautiful early summer day, the sun showed itself, but the air was still crisp.
Mama had
made plans she would not tell my sister Friedl and me, Ilona. She needed to
discuss it first with our papa. Our papa arrived late Friday evening and our
parents sat together in papa
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Marcie Sims is a teacher, author, and editor. She teaches literature/film, composition, and creative writing courses at Green River College in Auburn, WA. She lives on Vashon Island, just a short ferry ride away from Seattle, Washington. She writes fiction (short stories and novels), poetry, composition textbooks and has written one historic overview of Capitol Hill Pages as a former U.S. Senate page herself.
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This story is one to cherish, a delightful time with family, a glimpse of the relationship between Ilona
Another lovely memory of the vanishing world. Yet Ilona keeps it alive through her timeless stories. Food, fabrics, music, coffee, wine and gentle loving exchanges. Of course Ilona selected her ensemble almost immediately. That decisive sharp eye for style and detail. She has never lost it. From fashion to table settings her mark of beauty is clear and pronounced. Thank you for this beautiful and refreshing memory. It lifts our spirits.
This story is one to cherish, a delightful time with family, a glimpse of the relationship between Ilona
Another lovely memory of the vanishing world. Yet Ilona keeps it alive through her timeless stories. Food, fabrics, music, coffee, wine and gentle loving exchanges. Of course Ilona selected her ensemble almost immediately. That decisive sharp eye for style and detail. She has never lost it. From fashion to table settings her mark of beauty is clear and pronounced. Thank you for this beautiful and refreshing memory. It lifts our spirits.