I wore the pink strapless David’s Bridal purchase to my cousin’s wedding in Berkeley, and clicked around Malibu in the Target brand grey and white stripped piece. Whenever cruising the streets of Los Angeles, not here in this dusty town, known only to few travelers for its churches, artisan market and proximity to Masaya volcano, this dress as this lustrous mini could surely be found on a Hollywood redish carpet or perhaps seated in a matching convertible. Even in El Salvador look, there’s a Simon Mall that offers identical name and luxury brands so prevalent in the United States and Europe.
Oftentimes I’ve never been to a country where so it is the case. On p of this, this really shocked me. She raised her brimming eyes ward heaven.
I can’t explain it otherwise.
Lord, To be honest I know this miracle came directly from You.
Thank you, Father, for this lovely Easter gift for my daughter.
Indeed it was little Norma’s miracle Easter dress. That said, little Norma wanted a really new dress for Easter. Little girls sashayed down the center aisle with their crinoline petticoats peeking from under full pastel skirts and tight bodices. Ladies wore spring hats and colorful voile dresses. Now, a light green one. Known the handmedowns from her three older sisters had been ‘handed down’ one time New York City. It was the one day in the calendar year any little girl wanted a brand new dress.
Mother crossed her arms and wondered where she could find material to make little Norma a Easter dress.
There was barely enough money for food, Buying cloth was not an option.
Virtually, food was in such short supply that more often than not mato dumplings or hamburg gravy were served to the ‘less than enthusiastic’ children who gathered expectantly around the large oak dining table. Mother hung the dress in the closet, therefore bent to kiss her sleeping daughter lightly on the forehead. Fact, two days later, Mother quietly carried a little greenish dress with puffed sleeves, an almost white collar, and full skirt into little Norma’s bedroom. Mother always thought of something.
My sevenyearold sister bounded upstairs to bed, danced a little jig in the hallway and finally settled down for restful sleep, with that reassurance from Mother.
Giving birth to six children in twelve years had taken an alarming ll on her frail body.
Mother stood alone by the curtained window. As a result, part of her problem was pernicious anemia, a condition that left her drained and bone weary. I’m sure it sounds familiar. The years of the Great Depression of the 1930s had ravaged not only our family financially but millions of other families as well. Needless to say, she had been unwell for months.