On the last day of Grandma's recent Nebraska visit, she read the story "Caps for sale", which was a favorite story of my growing up. I remember her reading to us at story hour in the old basement portion at the Margaret de Angeli Public Library in Lapeer.
Mom would lay out all of dads old caps on the floor, and we children would sit in a circle where we could touch the hats, and see the pictures. She would call out this story and say, "caps, caps for sale!" Mrs. Koerber, the librarian, who was very prim & proper and always kind, would stand at attention behind the Circle, with the big smile on her face that I always remember her having. She knew each one of us by name, of course.
Today, my youngest picked this book out from the library for us to read to her. When she found all the caps in the bench that I had gotten out for spring (which starts today, by the way), Elia had me stack them on her head, and reminded me that the red ones go on top. How right you are my child.
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