This is a picture of me wearing my mother's
Varsity Sweater.
You can't see the big "F" for Fullerton Union High School
or the "56" on the sleeve for her graduation year,
but this is her sweater.
She earned it playing Varsity Tennis of all things.
I remembered that she had tennis rackets in the garage.
We never played, and I don't remember her playing.
But she wouldn't get rid of them.
I learned one day that her father had bought them for her;
quite an expensive gift given that my grandfather
was a migrant farm worker with four other kids to feed,
but he was proud of her accomplishments.
They are vintage wooden racquets with the
wooden racquet frame presses still on them.
1 comment:
It's funny how an object can carry so many memories for someone, and I can definitely understand why she holds onto this, even if she doesn't play anymore
Debbie
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