My parent(s) wanted me to wear a hat to church. F or my sister and me, Easter and Christmas meant a shopping trip with Mom and Grandmother, Mary Meade Ewart, to O. J. De Landraces Dept. Store in Fargo, North Dakota. It was always on a cold day in Lent. She drew from her meager means money, for a dress and hat for each of us; occasionally finding a way to add black patent maryjanes. We were not allowed to plead, but may have mastered
the art of yearning looks. Looks that softened an old heart and raised our childish sense of gratitude a bit. Today I hope the little star she came to be
encapsulates the treasures those memories have become. Traditions will be transformed,
Cultures evolve... but the love of the sweet souls who loved us so long ago seems to find its way back in quiet moments of remembering.