Bloomington High School South, The Gothic, 1978, Page 166

Description:	Gail WitkiewiczStrangerWinifred ConklingWithin you are so many peopleI dont knowBut, in the limits of the pastis the person I remember,if you ever were.Every day youre born againas a stranger sharing our past;wisdom steals your youthand replaces it withprivity.Yet time cannot fade myremembrance of forgottensecrets that we shared,or smother my love for the youthat you buried inside yourselfmany loves ago. 7kz (jaLznhLtl£Cathy ArmerMy grandmother told meA storyWhen I was littleI cant remember it nowFor it was long and complicatedAnd I was young.It was about lacy-edged valentines,Roses and carnations wrapped in newspaper,Pastel pink skirts,Mushy sayings,And chocolate candies.I remember I thoughtHow beautiful it must have been.That night I dreamed in the past,About a young girl with long, loose blonde hair,So different from theGrandma I knew.In the morning I gave her a valentine.I had made it myself.It was light salmon pink in color,With lace cut from my mothersBest party doily.My grandma loved it.Happy Valentines Day it read.She smiled.I smiled.She laughed in a crackling thin way.It made me happy.Then she said,Valentines Day was yesterday!I laughed.Mother thought we were crazy.We didnt care.We didnt show her the valentine.We didnt tell her about the lace and doily,We just laughed.It was our secret.Winifred ConklingGail Witkiewicz166 Creativity
Source:	http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-bloomsouth/id/1208
Collection:	Bloomington High School South

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