62 years ago today, I was 7 years old and a second grader at a two room school house in Hanover, MA. Once a week, after school I would walk about a mile with a group of friends, to the beautiful North Hanover Baptist church to attend Blue Birds. (It's hard to imagine that we walked that far, unattended, across a very busy state road, at that age). On that January 5th, 1950 day, mid-Blue Bird meeting, my father appeared in the doorway of the parish hall and beckoned me to him. He picked me up and told me the wonderful news that I had a baby brother. I will never forget the sheer joy of that moment. That dear brother is still one of my best friends in the world, chef extraordinaire, and one of the dearest, funniest most interesting people I know. Happy Birthday, Evie!
PS. Even though I dressed you up in a red dress as a toddler and put you on the front lawn holding a lemonade for sale sign, you still turned out to be a fine human being!