Summer of Sisters

     In the summer of 1963, four sisters played under the minimal shade of a young sweet gum tree. Content they seem, with their baby dolls, crib and paraphernalia, on the suburban lawn that still boasted an unobstructed landscape of  fenceless grassy knolls. I was the oldest of these four and probably directed the arrangement of the makeshift nursery. As I recall, however, we were just as apt to be running a veterinary with assorted stuffed animals as the patients (and the garage held a stable of imaginary horses!)