While walking Kip today I got a chuckle remembering several things from my childhood. One was the Baby-talk Club. My friend, Michelle Macy, and I decided to start a club for ourselves and the aim was to learn what baby babbling meant in adult talk. We came up with some ideas for different sounds and thought it was a good idea, and fun. By the next day we had forgotten about it.
Michelle was an interesting friend. She probably is a brain surgeon today -- I don't know, I just have a feeling about that. She was intelligent and creative and probably was the leader in our duo. She lived across the street from us and a little to the right. In her back yard was a large willow tree and a rescued pigeon, named Coo Coo Dee Coo. Also in her backyard on occasion was her brother Bruce. I did NOT like Bruce. He scared me. I liked Coo Coo Dee Coo -- and the willow tree.
Also, in her back yard, was a grape vine of succulent, purple grapes -- the kind you squeeze between two fingers and the skin remains behind while you plop the delicious innards into your waiting mouth. Mmmmmm. So good. I believe they may be called Concord grapes and Welches must have all the vines nowadays because I've not seen one since then.
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