Photographs and Memories

 

Since Ryanne was in the second grade she has worn a pink winter coat lined with soft, white, fur- like material. I don't know where it came from, but it was three sizes too big. But you cannot argue with comfort, so ever since then, it has been her winter uniform.

Which is what started the debate over a picture on Mom's magic, electronic picture frame. When a blurry photo of a little girl in a completely different coat slid by, Mom said 'that's Ryanne' and I said 'no, it isn't.'

The face looked wrong to me, but the coat was the clincher as far as I was concerned. That it came from a file of pictures she had taken on a train trip to Bellingham didn't budge me. Of course, one of the first things I did when I got home was open the computer files to the same month and year, and sure enough.

It was Ryanne. I don't know where that stranger's coat came from or where it went, but at least it proves that she will wear a different coat on occasion. Which is a good thing because the furry lining is stretched out of the sleeves, the nylon has been torn by a jumping dog, and the sleeves hit her half way up to her elbows.

But of course, what I really have to say is: Yes, Mom that was Ryanne.

Nancy Sherer

 

 


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