First Sentence Fridays – Chapter 18
I’d never received anything in the mail before, that I could recollect. I was nine years old, and one of my aunts up there sent me a birthday present. I came home from school, and on the table was a box wrapped in brown paper with string. It had stamps all over it, and my name – Miss Donna Lee Davis, then c/o Mrs. Claude A. Davis, etc. etc. It was very official looking, and I didn’t open it right away. I had to study the stamps, the handwriting, the strange inky stamped markings of where it had been, test the string to see how it was tied, and of course I had to sniff it to see what it smelled like. (paper)
Finally, my mother got a pair of scissors and we opened the box. Inside was a sewing kit, and inside the sewing kit was a tape measure, a tomato looking thing that was a pin cushion, a thimble, and all colors of thread, red, white, brown, yellow, orange, green, blue, etc., and other things I eventually learned to use. I loved it. I loved it so much, I still have it and some of the items that came in it. The second picture shows the original Simplicity pattern I bought to make my first sewing project – a skirt.
Unlike my gift, which I was excited to get, when Sonny receives a package one afternoon, it fills her with dread because she knows what’s going to be in it.
Aunt Ruth had been gone only a couple of days when the mail carrier gave a quick honk in the late afternoon, which signaled there was a package.