Willy’s Jeep station wagon”
(Remembering Mary Ellen Townsend Harris, 1911-2016)
During the weeks that Hugh was in Virginia preparing the house for their move, Mary was enlisting the help of her kids in packing. It was quite an undertaking.
“Oh, Jimmy…look what you’ve done!” He had just emptied some of the toys they had packed. She got down on his level. At age two-and-a-half, it was all just fun to him. “Let’s play a game. Each time we put something in this box, let’s kiss it good night. Then all your toys can take a nice long nap, and we’ll wake them up when we get to the new house.”
Jimmy liked that idea. After an elaborate toy-packing ceremony, they were all tucked away in their boxes. Mary stepped away to get something to seal the boxes and heard his gleeful voice accompanied by a clattering sound behind her. He…
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