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Liz and family: How do I remember your father? The dinner parties. The many, many dinner parties hosted at our home. As a young child, I would sit movementless at the top of the stairs, peeking through the banister at the arrival of each beautiful couple. Women in pearls and furs, men in suits; the muffled conversations with everyone talking at once. The scent of perfume, aftershave, a casserole in the oven, Camels and Viceroys. Clinking ice filled glasses. So much laughter. I learned the...
Molly Sanders Clauss
January 23, 2023 | Other