My desk

I was the youngest of four. I had a brother 10 years older, a sister, Ethel 7 years older and a sister Helen three years older. Along with that I was cross-eyed and always had a cold. My dad made me a neat desk with a drawer. He did not try to make a chair. He bought that. I used to sit there and color. I had great crayons in the desk drawer. I didn't bother any of my older relatives. It was in my mother's sewing room by the window at the bottom of one set of stairs. At Christmas the chair held my Christmas gifts. My mother did not wrap gifts. You had brown sacks with your name on them. I did not find out about wrapping paper for family gifts until my brother started going with his future wife and she wrapped gifts. They were so pretty I used to stare at them for awhile before I unwrapped them. The desk still sits by the window and my sister Helen's great grandchildren play there, I hope.