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Whenever I work in my garden and recover so many pieces of glass, I can't get out of my mind the days we played hop-scotch just around the corner. We would search diligently for the right piece of glass to play with. There would be my sister Betty and Nancy Mullins and June MacDonald among others. We'd draw the pattern on the sidewalk or street with chalk. There would be three rectangles one after the other, then a pair side by side, a single one and then another pair. You'd throw the glass and then jump, I think on one foot, and pick up the glass. If the glass was the perfect one, it would be thick enough to sometimes land on its edge and somehow or other there was a significance to that, but I forget the details. All I can remember when I am gardening and finding almost two hundred years of glass chards, is how important some of these pieces would have been to our games of hop-scotch.

Written Saturday, July 06, 2002 at 08:08 AM

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