Mama bought me a winter coat at a church rummage sale for three dollars. It was brown wool with two pockets and made me look like a bear waking from hibernation when I tried it on. Mama realized the length and sleeves would have to be shortened, making the pockets somewhat out of place.
About the Author
After retiring in 2013, Bernice moved from Massachusetts to southern coastal Maine with her husband. She now enjoys with her children and grandchildren.