The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Dionne approached our table at the Free Library the second day we were there but didn’t have time to sit down with us that day.  So, she showed up the following day, with her husband, and both of them sat down to tell us a story.  The moment she approached us she said “I’m back!” and let out a short laugh.  
I didn’t need to ask Dionne questions to help her jog her memory.  She knew exactly what memory she wanted to talk about.  She used her hands a lot when describing what she was wearing or what games there were at her party.  When I asked her if she felt like the star of the show, she told me “Oh, I was the star of the show!”

We usually celebrated my birthdays with family, but this birthday was different.  I was turning seven and my mom decided to throw me a huge birthday party.  I didn’t know what was so special about turning seven, but I didn’t question her motives.  

“What kind of cake would you like me to bake Dionne,” she had asked a couple of days before the big day.

“Double chocolate please,” I smiled excitedly, my mouth watering at the thought of the delicious cake that my mom would bake me.

“Double chocolate it is,” she nodded, returning my smile with a more serious one of her own.  The thought of the cake and thirty of my classmates coming over to celebrate my birthday made me look forward to my birthday with more eagerness than I had ever felt before, but I didn’t make it obvious to my mom.  She would’ve called me crazy and told me to calm down.  So I held in my excitement until the day finally arrived.    

It was a hot September day and my mom had chosen to throw the party indoors.  My house was full of kids and it was so loud that I could barely hear myself think.  But I loved it.  I walked downstairs in my Native American headdress with my little coin purse and bear belt and I knew that I was the star of the show.

“This is going to be the best birthday party ever,” I whispered to myself before I straightened my headdress and made my way to the living room.  There were games and toys and lots of noisy stuff that my mom usually didn’t like but she had made an exception for my seventh birthday.

“Happy birthday!” everybody exclaimed as I walked in.  Like I said, it was the best birthday party EVER.  

Star of the Show

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summer 1970s
Dionne's house

Dionne approached our table at the Free Library the second day we were there but didn’t have time to sit down with us that day. So, she showed up the following day, with her husband, and both of them sat down to tell us a story. The moment she approached us she said “I’m back!” and let out a short laugh.
I didn’t need to ask Dionne questions to help her jog her memory. She knew exactly what memory she wanted to talk about. She used her hands a lot when describing what she was wearing or what games there were at her party. When I asked her if she felt like the star of the show, she told me “Oh, I was the star of the show!”

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by Derya Yilmaz on May 2, 2014
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