My sister Roberta loved to read poetry. She was seven years older than I and would sit down with me, open up a poetry book and begin reading. She would leave out words now and then to see if I could put them in, perhaps was wondering whether I was really listening or not.
My father, older sister and brother went to Chicago to visit my grandmother. I was only six and my grandmother made it quite clear that I was to wait until I was older to visit her. Of course I was disappointed as I saw them get into the car and leave without me.
I have no idea where my dad got the toboggan, but one day we saw a large wooden toboggan hanging in our garage. It was tied by ropes and was high enough so my brother and I couldn’t get it down. We knew that a toboggan was like a big sled and we were anxious to use it. There were plenty of hills for us to try it out, but we had to wait for dad to initiate the activity.