"Starry Queen, Starry Queen
Staaaaary Queeeeen, Staa-aa-ry Quee-een
Starry Queen."
Edith's kind comment was "I don't understand what you mean dear."
That's like I was saying about the truly gifted: nobody understands.
One time my mom and I went to Ben Franklin's 5 and 10, and of all things we saw Edith in a STORE...it didn't seem right for her to know that we'd seen her doing that, so we quietly backed right on out of there.
One time my dad and I helped, or watched, don't really know what we were doing, but there were some farmers dipping sheep. That was a fun memory, then we sprawled on the grassy hillside. I felt like I was in a pastoral scene in a famous painting. Or maybe not, but it was far from the madding crowd.
Don't go away, I had a wiener dog, Hjalmar. A man who tried to make friends with my dad had given him a box of chocolate, which was fed to poor Hjalmar. Hjalmar ended his days with a bad case of road rash. Also there was Lauritz the cat. It was fun to turn a cardboard fruit box over him, then he'd stick his paws out the round holes in the card board box, and playfully wave them around. I think of him every time I play with cats.
Now my mother tells me that the way she remembers it it was, "Starchy Queen"
