By Vivian Conrad | Senior Center Director
Back in the 1960s, my younger sister, brother and I decided one day to act out the story of “Little Red Riding Hood.” We draped Lynette in a red cape and fashioned a cardboard axe for Martin to use as the woodsman. That left me to play the wolf.
My costume consisted of a gray wool coat with fur collar, pointed cardboard ears pinned to a stocking cap, fur-trimmed black knit gloves and a hair curler stuck on the end of my nose, clipped to my glasses with bobby pins, served as the wolf’s snout. Using the concrete bench in my grandmother’s garden as a stage, we performed the makeshift production for an audience of parents and grandparents.
That production was just one of many that my siblings and I performed during our childhood. My grandmother made it easy to transform ourselves into storybook characters. She kept a huge suitcase of old clothes, props and art supplies on hand for our exclusive use.
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