There exists in my baby book a photo of me at approximately 16 months of age wearing a bonnet, a long, drab, “Little House on The Prairie” dress and a morose expression. When I was old enough to process the details of this photo I was momentarily confused, as it appeared there was a good chance my family had once been Amish! I questioned my mother about this strange photo in hopes that she would share with me a courageous tale of her and my father’s hardscrabble existence and subsequent escape from their candle-lit sequestration on a Pennsylvania farm.
“What are you talking about?” my mom replied. “That was your first Halloween costume.”
In taking a second look, I’m thinking that perhaps my mom was going for “Flying Nun”.
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