Most little girls dream of being a
princess, I was not an exception. Between my mother Joyce Dugan Powell and my
paternal grandmother, Minnie Pitts Powell, I had all the fancy dresses to wear
that I could want.
One of my favorite dresses was one
made by my grandmother for my first grade school-carnival in light blue. Dressed in this miniature gown, with ringlets per my mother, I walked arm in arm with my co-candidate who was also my second grade boyfriend.
I still have the dress although it has faded—like me. Appropriate.