Mumpity, Mumpity, Mump
Well, the assignment for the week is to write about my experience with the mumps, measles and/or chicken pox. The problem is, I don't remember having any of them. What to do? I called mom. She doesn't remember either. But she does remember when she had the mumps. Does that count?

Mom was 9 or 10 and it was late summer in Indiana. She was excited because the strawberries were getting ripe and there were big plans in the works for her to ride her bike to Grandpa Vaughns with her twin cousins Karen and Sharon. The ride would be a few miles long and mom would be allowed to cross the highway for the first time ever!!

Mom loved strawberries and she could hardly wait for her big day out. But, wouldn't you know it, she got the mumps. She was homebound. She missed the strawberries.

I asked if Karen and Sharon brought her any. They didn't. She couldn't eat them! Her neck was swollen up so much she could only drink water and soup. Mom spent her days that week sewing clothes for her Madame Alexander doll. She said she remembers she made the blue pajamas that week, and she still has them!! If I get a chance to go over and find them, I'll post 'em for you!