when we were little girls

my sister Sheila and I were left to fend for ourselves a great deal.  Let me tell you that those  were the days when we did not own a television.  When we did eventually get one, it was one of those tiny, black and white jobs, and our first really riveting programs were Red Skelton (1953) I Love Lucy (1953/54 etc) and our scary late night favourite..Alfred Hitchcock...(1955) meaty and frightening fare for a couple of very young girls.

We lived in a number of basement suites in those days, the " father knows best" image,  that later was popularized, on that little black and white tube of a television, didn't exist in our house.
What did exist was an absent, (thankfully) father,  and a hardworking mother,  who tried her best to manage 2 jobs . One of those jobs kept her away late at night.   I remember this being pretty scary for 2 kids with endless energy,   and unlimited imaginations.

For some reason, and for most likely a monetary consideration, there was never a sitter. 
This of course, allowed us free rein to indulge our passions, which for the most part, were games
that encouraged us to create costumes, out of whatever was at hand, or found in our mothers' dresser drawers.
I am positive there could not have been,  more fantastical or beautiful creatures, anywhere in the world, to rival our make believe ballerinas, or princesses!

There is an unmistakeable message here, in my remembrances, and my memories, that speaks to me of
that unfettered spark of creativity that caught fire here, and blazes still in those two little girls...Lucia