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Yvonne Mabel Lindores (b. May 08, 1931, d. date unknown)

Yvonne Mabel Lindores (daughter of Alexander Lindores and Ida Wells) was born May 08, 1931 in Victoria, British Columbia, and died date unknown in living. She married Jack Lee Ferguson on April 16, 1952 in Los Angeles at Glen Manor Place (mom and dad's back yard), son of Jesse Raymond Ferguson and Emma Ethel Walker.

Notes for Yvonne Mabel Lindores:
re married in Los Angeles at Glen Manor Place (mom and dad's back yard)
The yard was fixed up with an arch of flowers and the wedding march was played on a phonograph. Aunt Lil, Uncle George and Shirley were there. Also my friends from the bank and Jack's family as there too.
(c) 2000 Yvonne Lindores Ferguson
Born May 8, 1931, Victoria BC. I wrote this in May, 2000. I am 69 years old: Actually I'm still 39! When I was a child, we lived out in the district of Colquitz. We had to take a bus in to the city of Victoria. It being in the depression time, us kids only got to go a few times., or when we had to go to the dentist. My mother couldn't afford to have her teeth looked at and so when I was 8 or 9 she got really ill from her teeth and was in the hospital for a year and nearly died. Dad never told us how bad off she was and the only time we went to see her was in the hospital, all her family and friends were there and I think they thought she was dying. But she made it and when she first came up the stairs to our door...there was Tyrone Power's name written 20 times all around the door frame. I loved Tyrone Powers! She laughed, but I had to clean it all off. Also I wrote her a note that Dad took to the hospital, and I complained of a sore toe. She asked him what was wrong with my toe. Dad kept that note in his wallet until the day he died.
We lived in a small house, but it seemed big to me. Mom bought the house for $25.00 down and $25.00 a month until it was paid off, then she bought the next door lot - for taxes - we couldn't tell anyone for a year - after the year was up it was ours. She then proceeded to tell Old McMutt to keep his darn cows off it!! and he couldn't believe it was ours! Dad fenced it in and we had a lovely big yard. He put a huge Portcullis up to divide the front from the back.
I had a wonderful childhood. We had a lot of chores to do, especially in summer. As that was when mom and dad bought wood and sawdust for the winter. But mom would give us time off to play with our friends or to wander. Our favourite place was Colquitz Creek, even though it was getting polluted from the mental hospital. We weren't supposed to get in it. But we caught tadpoles and bugs. My very favorite place was up in Austin's woods. I always went up there by myself, I would climb trees and sit on huge mossy boulders and ponder how lovely the world was. I would eat a green soft plant that tasted like lettuce, and berries for my lunch.
Our kitchen was nice and big and it ran all the way across the back of the house, with a bathroom on the north end. In the winter sometimes mom would open the bathroom door and let us skate back and forth from one end to the other. We had no refrigerator, we had a cupboard on the north wall with vents to keep things cool and in the summer, ice went in the bottom. We had a sawdust burner, which was a wood stove, converted with a big hopper which fed sawdust to the fire. When mom baked she put wood in the wood part to make a hotter fire. We had a sofa at one end of the room. On the back proch, were all the sawdust buckets. We had to keep them filled for mom, so she wouldn't have to go to the storage bins in the basement, which we filled up all summer. We had a clothesline off the porch. Bu in rainy weather mom had a wood rack/spool thing that lowered from the ceiling over the stove and the clothes dried on that. She made our clothes and I remember 2 dresses especially, that I loved. She sat up all night sewing them, so I could wear one to school the next day. My dad worked at the mental home, which was a short walk for dad, across the field at the back of our house. We called it the "nuthouse" and we had friends there. There would send stamps for us to put in our stamp albums. Dad would come home with buckets of stamps. And the kitchen men would send big pitchers of vanilla ice cream. They didn't know how to make any other flavor. And after a long time I couldn't eat vanilla ice cream. We were not allowed in the grounds - it was also a huge farm and the patients worked outside, unless they went up the Pole. Then they would have to go inside for awhile. My dad was the hydrotherapist and also did medical treatment under a doctor who came out from town every few weeks. He gave them water baths and ultraviolet and red ray treatments, as they didn't see the sun when inside. Dad took us kids over to see his office and treatment room. And I asked if it hurt the patients to put them in the warm water baths. So he put me between the two rubber type sheets which keeps the patients from flailing around and hurting themselves. Then he lowered me slowly into the moving warm water, it was wonderful, so soothing, I didn't want to get out. this is how they calmed the patients. It was a good hospital and it was for the worst of the mentally ill. They had one Indian chief from the Queen Charlotte Islands. He couldn't stop eating people! But we loved him, he would sit on a bench and play a flute and all the little guinea pigs would come running and of course he fed them. It was delightful. Then they had a pyromaniac - and one time when we were playing pirates in the trees by the mental home, we heard him planning with another patient, how he as going to set the home on fire. So we hightailed it home, when they left the area. And told my dad. They watched him really carefully after that.
Mr. Proctor was the cowman and he takes the cows to browse in the back field. We were sitting with him one day and shared our lunch with him. And we asked him "how come you're a nut? You don't act like a nut!" He grinned. Then he told us, "when I was a young man, I worked for the railroad. Laying tracks. Have you seen those big heavy hammers they use to put the bolts in?" "Yes", we said. "Well", he said, " the mosquitoes were bad that year up island, and I felt a mosquito bit my head and I forgot I had that big hammer in my hand and I swatted it, hitting my head. That's how come I'm a nut." We bought it!!!
When we told my dad, he laughed his head off! Then he told us that Mr. Proctor was cured, he'd been sent home to live with his only relative, a niece. And he couldn't stand them, so he came and begged to be put back in the home. So, he was allowed in and out of the gates. There were several like that. We used to fish with one of them.
Mickey and her friends would try and see who could get from the barn gate (at the home) to the bear cage, without Pat Cummings, the farm superintendent, catching them. There was a real bear in the cage. I tried once and Mr. Cummings caught me. He would tell my dad and we would catch hell for being inside the mental home. At Christmas the patients would send us candies and cookies. I think they loved watching our shenanigans. From our kitchen window we could see the vegetable gardens of the home. We could see the patients working and the attendents watching. You could always tell when one of the patients went "up the pole". The attendents would come and surround him and get him inside the big building which was built like a castle with crenelated edgings! They took him right to dad, who put him in that soothing bath.
When it was dad's birthday, mom, Mickey and I would make stuff and a nice cake for him. But Leon, we had to keep him in as he wanted to give our secret away to dad. He usually managed to slip away and before we knew it, he was at the back gate telling dad all the stuff we'd gotten him and all about the cake.
Halloween in Colquitz was fun. After we went trick or treating, there was always fireworks. And friends would come in and visit. We'd bob for apples. The big boys always put the outhouse on top of the Brownie and Scout Hall. Everyone would go down the next day and look at it. Thes boys also, didn't like Mr. Davis our next door neighbor, because he'd shoot bbs at them. So , this one year, Mr. Davis had planted pansies up and down his path. The boys went in at night and dug them up and then planted them all upside down. So all you could see were the little roots upa dn down the sidewalk. It must have taken a long time for that trick. I felt sorry for Mr. Davis, even though he was a mean man. My mom saved his life once, giving blood for his transfusion, when no one else would. But he repayed us with unkind rumours that dad was bringing home from the hospital. It could have cost dad his job. The people who delivered meat to the hospital, would bring meat that dad had ordered and paid for, so he wouldn't have to go all the wayinto town to get it. So after the Davis' unkind remarks, dad had to go into town and get the meat from then on. Mom found out about the rumours from a nice lady on the bus one day.
Christmas was great and we always prayed for snow, but we seldom got it on this part of the Island. Dad would give out the presents on Christmas morning, one at a time. We each kept a list of who gave it and what it was, as next day (boxing day) was a holdiay also and we had to write all our thank you notes. We also went on boxing day to my uncle George's place. He'd come and pick us up in his truck or car. We usually ate at his in-laws place , the Saddlers. He was a good hunter and there was always bear and caribou to eat. Mrs. Sadler was a good cook. We always had a bola-bat contest. The one who could keep the ball going the longest got a chocalate bar. Mickey and I usually won. It was hard to beat Mickey!
Uncle George had caribou, moose and big deer heads mounted all around the room. He loved cowboy songs, just like I did. And we would sit down to listen together and aunt Lil couldn't stand for that, she'd make me go outside and play. Just once, I wished uncle George would tell her off! She was mean to us. "Children should be seen and not heard, nor anywhere near Uncle George". And we adored uncle George. Before Uncle George married Aunt Lil, we'd go and stay at the fram with him. It was fun! We'd slide down the hatstacks for which he would give us a bawling out. And we'd aggravate his big old bull. And we ate the bran he kept in lockers for the cows. He finally had to put locks on. We also chipped off pieces of the salt blocks. So we sucked on them. In the evening we'd sit on the barn gate waiting for Jim to bring the cows home from pasture. Mickey, Leon and I would sit and sing "won't you wait, wait, wait, by the old barn gate, won't you wait til' the cows come home!"
When Mickey was little, Uncle George came over to visit and Mickey wouldn't quit her bawling. So Uncle George got a gunny sack and put her in it and threw her over his shoulder and started out fo the house and he told her he was taking her to ger her crybawl taken out, if she didn't stop! That scared her straight. She shut up and never did it again. I was too little to remember that. Mom and dad loved to tell that story. Also Mickey managed to get our cat, Gilmore. It was a little baby stray. Mickey was 3 and they said she couldn't have it - so she ran away with the kitten, they found her sitting a block away, in the middle of the street, sitting, holding the kitten and cry bawling. He was a good cat, he was orange and looked like a lion. He lived outside mostly. Gilmore was responsible for our second cat "Wimpy". (He loved hamburgers) and loved to smell flowers! We should have called him Ferdinand! (the bull with the delicate ego). A stray grey cat had shown up, expecting kittens & it was a very, very cold winter, so mom let it stay in the basement. One night after dark, we heard a loud scratching at the front door. Not the backdoor, mind you, where we fed Gilmore. Mome went & opened the door and there is Gilmore with a tiny orange kitten in his mouth & he drops it into the hall & then leaves. And we kept Wimpy. We never saw the grey cat & kittens again. Wimpy looked just like Gilmore. They would sit on the posts on either side of the gate & looked like mini-lions.
We also had a wire haired terrier name Terry, he was a nice little dog but got killed accidently by Mr. B. Payne inhis car. My mom had a police whistle & we knew that when she blew 3 blasts on the whistle we were to immediately stop what we were doing & come home. And we obeyed or got a licking. We usually deserved our lickings! Terry thought he was one of us kids & when mom blew the whistle this day, Terry came running across the Interurban Rod without looking first and that was it. Mr. Payne felt terrible & borught him home & we buried him in a shoebox in the back yard & put flowers on it.
Then mom got a pekinese, who'd been abused by it's owner-you had to put your hand slowly to its nose so it could smell you & approve or disapprove of you. If you petted him too fast he would bite you. Aunt Lil & Sadlers came ot visit one day & Aunt Lil started chirping-oh what a cute little doggie! & us kids waited with baited breath to see if she got her comeuppance. Sure enough she lunged at the pekinese & he bit her & drew blood. "You nasty little bugger" she said. And it was all we could do to stop from grinning. We took Peke out & gave him a treat. He was our kind of dog. I can't talk about dogs without mentioning Brownie a water spaniel. Big & brown. He was Bill & Pam Payne's dog. He came very so often to see my dad, who would cut his toe nails & make sure the pads of his feet were okay. No briars in them. Once day onthe North Hill, Brownie got hit by a pickup truck & had brain injury done to him. Everyone loved Brownie & people chipped in to help pay for his brain operation. It cost $500, even back then in the late 30's. Brownie recovered was a little slower than before though!
We three kids went to school at "Strawberry Vale". The 1st grade was separate from the big 2 room school. It was in a nice bungalow, with a cloakroom, for our coats, rubber boots and lunch buckets. My dad made us beautiful wooden lunch boxes with leather handles. My first grade teacher was Miss Simpson. I loved school. All the books! I couldn't wait to read. In 2nd grade I moved over to the big school, where there were 3&4 greades in each room. The principals office was in the middle of the 2 rooms. When I first got there, there was a man principle & I tried to avoid him. I was a tiny kid & when he saw me he'd grab me & ask how I was & then threw me up in the air. It embarrassed me a lot. For years I was called "quarter pint". There was a big basement, where the restrooms were & in bad weather we congregated down there. The water fountains were down there also. One time Mickey was feuding with a gril named Joan Gardener. So, I though I'd help Mickey by getting even with Joan. So I took a big swig of water from the taps and as she came down the steps, I cam behind the door and squirted it on her. She went & told Miss Davis our then principal. I had no excuse & I got 5 hits on the palms of my hands with a ruler. I deserved it! But Joan was now thought of as a tattle-tale, as she was 2 years older than me.
In 1939 King George and Queen Elizabeth came to visit Victoria, and the school hired buses to take us over too the Gorge Rd., wehre we all lined up to wave at their limousine. And all of a sudden I saw my dad, who was supposed to be at work. He was talking to my teacher. Then he came over & got Mickey, Leon & I and said he had permission to take us off to town for town & boy, he rushed us down to a busstop & headed for the Empress Hotel. He said we'd get a real good look at them & their daughters, Elizabeth and Margaret there! And we did. We were right in front on the sidewalk as they came down from the hotel. They were right in front of us when the crowd pushed against us & leon fell down right in front of the Queen. And she bent down & put him back on his feet. She said something to us, but the noise was so great I couldn't hear what it was. Wasn't that nice of my Dad to go out of his way to give us a wonderful experience.
In the 1940's dad worked an extra job at the "Lagoon". It was on the ocean. On the lagoon. There were huge logs all over the beach. During WWII were were told "Loose lips sink ships." So one night when dad was getting off work, at the lagoon he saw a huge ship anchored offshore & the longer he looked, he knew it was the Queen Mary. Noone ever knew it was there! Dad told us that if we could keep our mouths shut & tell noone, not even Uncle George, he would show us the secret. He took Mickey & I out on the bus to the Lagoon wher ewe could see the Queen Mary. It was a thrill & wonderful that dad trusted us to keep quite. We never mentioned it to anyone until the 1960s until Mickey told Aunt Lil, who was visiting us in CA and she called Mickey a fibber. Mickey brought me over and I told her exactly what dad had done & I think she realized it was true. She'd seen the Queen Mary in LongBEach (Ha! we saw it 1st!)
Uncle George, Lil & the Sadlers took us all on picnics once in a while. Onewas out at the Laboon, they lit a fire for hot dogs etc, behind a log. And after swimming & playing in the water, those big logs were great to lay behind to get warm out of the cool winds off the ocean. Some we pretended were houses or boats & we had a great time. One time, the Sadlers came in their car & they both went in to the house to carry out all the food, my mom made. Towels, swimsuits, etc, but Mr. Sadler left the car motor running. Us kids were being good & sitting quietly, when all of a sudden the old car, which had a crank starter, jumped out of gear and started going around backwards in circles on our front lawn & getting closer & closer to the ditch. Mr.Sadler came running & was chasing us around until he finally managed to reach in & turn the motor off. We just loved it, but he was sort of short with us, I think he thought we had done something..no, we didn't. The seats were so high & big we didn't even think of climbing up front. He had to crank it up again to start if & we were all on our way to Saseenos, to stay at a cottage on the beach with Aunt LIl & Uncle Geo. The doctor let Mom out of the hospital, ad siad she needed sea air. So that's what we did. Dad & Uncle Geo had to work so they only came all the way up there on weekends. This was a grand adventure! The cottage was right on the beach, we hd to take a long bunch of stairs to get down to it. My mother slept outside on an open beach porch. Sand floor. The ocean came up at night right under the house & under my mom's bed. I wanted to sleep out there, so mom let me, but as soon as the tide came up, I yelled to get back in the house.
Aunt Lil and Mrs. Sadler were good at telling ghost stories every night. One night, a Wednesday, they were in the middle of a gruesome story about a hatchet murder - when "whack" on the front door, we all looked at each other & Aunt Lil got up slowly & opened the door. There was a red hatchet sticking in it. We yeelled, "shut the door & lock it". She did! Next thing we hear is a whacking & thumping on the back door. Boy, we were scared. Our goosebumps were standing on end! Aunt Lil went to the backdoor, though we begged her not to! And all of a sudden, there came Uncle George and my Dad, laughing their heads off. They weren't supposed to be there in themiddle of the week!
This time at the beach made us realize that Aunt Lil was okay. The Premier of Canada lived up the beach from us and we played with his grandkids. O course there were wealthy. Those kids started bragging about their maids & butlers. So Mickey told Aunt Lil - so Aunt Lil concocted a story for us. She would be our maid for th rest of our time there. And we told those kids that and they believed. She would bring us lemonade & cookies. We told them it was her holiday too.
Aunt Lil decided that I needed to learn how to swim. So she took me out to the raft that was anchored out in the sea. She swam out with me and left me andsaid I had to swim to shore or miss supper. The waves looked awful high to me. So I stayed out there til supper time, when Mom made Aunt Lil come and get me. I've always had a high sense of self-preservation. One night we had a bonfire on the beach, had marshmellows & hotdogs. Mr. Sadler, said it was time to go to bed & he was on the side of the fire nearest the water, he picked up the bucket to get water to drown the fire. He was walking out towards the water & kept saying, "Boy, the tide is way out tonight". When, blub, blub, blum--- and we realized he'd been sitting in the water for quite a while. Aunt Lil went & rescued her dad. The tide put the fire out for us. Mr. Sadler got teased all week about that, "Boy, the tides out far tonight, Sadler." He was always a good sport! He took us 3 kids out in a rowboat to go across the Gorge. And he had Mickey watch for rocks, & she was to guide him as he was rowing. One time she missed a big rock & we hit it with the bottom of the boat. It didn't put a hole in it, thank goodness. But Mr. Sadler sure yelled at Mickey. We also went crabbing there & we had crab for dinner. The big kids had a rope, with a big knot on the bottom, tied to a big tree. This was right at the edge of high tide. They ould climb up on the high bank, someone below would swing the rope up to them. You hung on & shoved off & your were over the ocean & you let go & you were swimming! When we got home to Colquitz, our district out in Saanich, I told mom, "I need to learn how to swim." So she sent me to a class in Victoria, at the Crystal Gardens. I went by bus downtown, I would take my class, then go upstairs, near the ballroom to a snack bar & have a hot buttered crumpet & coffee & then bus back home in time for supper. The pool was all glassed in, with Palm trees all around upstairs, there were seats to view & the ballroom. It was nice to sit & watch from upstairs. I loved this place. The water in the pool was heated sea water. The salt made it more buoyant for swimming. I also was enamoured of the hot showers they had & 1 day I stayed in the showers too long even after the intructors told us to get out. I missed my bus!! I knew mom & dad would be worried. It was dark outside. They were waiting at the bustop when I got off. Boy, did I get it. If I wasn't on that bus, dad wouldn've been on it to go looking for me! The buses only came out to the country once very hour. I did learn to swim. I then knew that Aunt Lil couldn't strand me again.
In Victoria it stays light outside until about 10pm, in the summer. We used to see the aurora borealis alot. Northern lights. It's beautiful. We threw baseballs around with dad, we didn't have gloves, but our hands were tough from hauling sawdust. We played aally-alls-in-free. Where we hid and the "it" man had to find us before we made itto the base before he did.
I worked in a Chinese greenhouse when I was 10 or 11. We made 10cents per hour. We plucked suckers from between the leaves of the tomato plants. I did this for a couple of months. I also worked in the gas station convenience store for awhile. The men would come & gas up & then they would tell Mrs. Parree thta they wanted Yvonne to check their oil. Those old cars were so big & high, I had to clambr up practically on top of the engine. They thought it was funny. Sometimes they'd tip me a penny or 2. A penny meant alot in those days! I made $5 a week there. I bought my first suit & blouse with this money.
One day Uncle Geo brought a man who wanted to sell his car. It was am odel A or T. It had a rumble seat, it was yellow. He wanted $10 for it. He left if for dad to try out. So on the weekend om packed a picnic & we headed out for Todd Inlet. We had 2 flat tires before we arrived & dad was not in a good mood. We rowed boats & dad fished & Mickey showed us a secret entrance to Butchart Gardens. And we had to be careful not to get caught, as they charged for people to see this garden. It is a beautiful place. We made it home okay. But dad said he just didn't want a car. He was too nervous to drive it. I offered to buy it as I had $10, but he said no. It was probably the upkeep & insurance and he knew we really couldn't afford all that. Of course, as a kid (10), I didn't know about that - I just wanted that damn car!!!
Across from our house there was a small chicken farm & one day Mr. Hill gave me a baby rooster, it was sick and dying. So, we kept it in a box on the oven door, the stove was always burning, we fed it with an eyedropper. Then added cereal bit by bit. And he got stronger. That was my rooster, Joey. He was a beautiful rooster. And when he was old enoug we put him in the pen with the hens. When Mr. Hill saw how nice he was, he wanted him back. But mom told him no. He lived a long time. Finally he turned canibal & started pecking the hens to death. So, mom & I decided he had to go. So, mom caught him & I tried to hold him & she chopped his head off. He ran around for a few minutes without his head. This was fascinating to us kids. Anyway Joey ended up in the stew pot. Gosh, we all said "joey, sure tastes good". That's country life & in a depression you appreciate anything that comes your way.
Back to our house. The living room had a bow window with a window seat. It opened to hold books etc. It had cushions on it. Dad also had a fireplace put in & one of the hospital patients made a mantle piece of hardwoods, it was very pretty. There was a narrow staircase off the front foyer, it went up to the attic. Where we stored food during the war & other junk. Dad made Leon a beautiful room at one end, where a window was. It looked like a captain's cabin on a ship, all tongue & groove wood. Leon had a captains bed with drawers. The whole house had beautiful hardwood floors. Mickey & I had our own room, with twin beds, a lovely old type dresser. We had 2 windows. The front window had a small window seat, with cushions & storageinside for our games & toys. Outisde, under our window, Mom had planted a "Talisman" rose. And when we opened our winidow, the smell was heavenly & the roses would pop in over the windowsill. There were always kids to play with, but after supper (5pm) we were never allowed away from the front of our house.
My mom always called me her little God-send, as whenever she needed someone to go to the store or something, the other kids would complain about it. So I usually went without a whimper. Mainly, because I figured I'd find an adventure somewhere along the way. One time, coming out of the store & up a ways, a pack of dogs came after me. I had a bag of groceries & Mom's change in my hand. One of the dogs knocked me flying & I rolled into a big ditch. Which was good, as the other dogs lost site of me. Old Grandpa Paree had seen this from his yard & got his daughter to come & help me. (They ran the store). I was trying to find my mom's money, I knew she needed every penny. I stayed until I found it all. And Mrs. Paree put the groceries in a new bag. I knew I'd find adventure!!
At the beginning of WWII, a Mrs. Eliot & her son, John & her husband moved into the cottage, across the old interurban road. They became friends of our family. Mr. Eliot was not there very much. He was a commander in the English Navy & he was out at sea alot. I would babysit John, sometimes and Mrs. Eliot would ask me to go with them on little jaunts in her car. (They had a "car"!) We'd go to Beacon Hill Park in Victoria, where they had ponds & gardens & walkways, Playgrounds. I loved it there! When they had to go back to England, Commander Eliot gave me a lovely clip broach, from China. It was silver & depicted the fox & the grapes. The grapes were little jade balls. When it started to disintegrate about 25 years ago, I put the little jade balls on the pearl necklace that Jack bought me in Japan. I thought they'd be safe there. I still have the clip. Somewhere! My mom was an R.N. & during the war, she was in charge of the Red Cross Shelter. When the air raid sirens went off-she went to the shelter & we went next door & stayed with Mrs. Barker. Mr. Barker was a head cook at the mental hospital. He was the one that trained Dad as a cook when Dad started work there. They were a nice couple, they had no children except us.
Another nice couple who lived in back of us- at the end of the big field. The Pennycooks. It was a terrible shack,but she kept it very clean. What happened to them was that they owned their own home in Victoria, and lightening struck their radio antenna & burned their house down. They had no insurance and were too old to work anymore. So they ended up near us. Mr. Pennycook took to drink. And Dad & Mom would have to go over & help Mrs. Pennycook with him. Sometimes she couldn't handle him. But they were both jolly people & they were kind to us kids. We were sorry when they died. I missed them-milk & cookies over their fence. Mom & Dad tried to help them with food as they didn't have much. I always felt guilty eating their cookies, but mom said it gave them dignity.
Our milk man waas Mr. Austen, but when their son Pete was old enough he brought our milk. On Sunday mornings mom brought him in & gave him coffee, as he would have a terrible hangover from drinking the night before. He was a handsome kid & always joking & laughing. When we were leaving for the States-he was going to buy me a chocolate bar at the store as a goingaway gift & I asked if I could have a banana instead. He said, "You are an expensive girl!" "But you're worth it." and I got my banana. Bars were a nichol then & 1 banana was sixteen cents.
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