Remember when I blogged about the girl with no arms who beat me in a hand-writing contest at the Carp Fair, way back when I was in grade 5?
When we were at the West End Studio Tour, we saw a woman with no arms. “Look,” I said, nudging GC, “There’s MB, the girl with no arms, the one who beat me in the hand-writing contest.”
I couldn’t be sure, of course. I hadn’t seen her since I was in the 5th grade and she was in the 3rd. And I couldn’t actually remember what she looked like, other than the stumps. But those stumps sure looked familiar.
As we finished touring that artist’s studio, we stopped to fill our a ballot to win something. GC nudged me, and nodded towards the completed ballots container. There, sitting on top, was her ballot, filled out completely, including her full name. It was definitely MB.
Her handwriting is still better than mine.
You do know, of course, that this was Carp Fair weekend.
grace (formerly Box 236, Carp)
I know! We wanted to go but we were thwarted by the weather. We ended up going apple-picking instead. (Should have worn our billy boots – it was very mucky out there in the orchard.)
Zoom (formerly Box 102, Carp)
You didn’t go up and introduce yourself to the woman with no arms? Maybe she would have remembered you too and been happy to meet a former schoolmate.
She wouldn’t remember me. The only reason I remember her is because she had no arms. She was a couple of grades younger and we really had no connection except that hand-writing contest.