The first month of school went by fast. Soon, it was October, my favorite month of the year, as it was my birthday month. Soon the hallowed day appeared. It was on a school day. Mom woke me with a kiss and a promise that we would have a party after supper. My Mom made me cupcakes to bring in. Sissy helped carry them. I recall thinking how stupid it was that the Birthday Boy or Girl had to bring in the treat, but that's the way it was. Everyone made a fuss over me. At snack time, I passed out my cupcakes proudly. Mom made some nice cupcakes and filled the wrappers high with cake and icing. They were not store bought nor did they taste like smoke like when Sally's mom made cupcakes. After I sat down, I was presented with the grievously coveted PIXIE CAKE, a tiny two layer cake of chocolate cake with white icing, about three inches across and two inches high. There were five candles on it. I blew out the lit candles and took each one out, one by one, and licked the cake and icing off. Other kids wanted to put them back into the cake to get a taste too. I found no reason why my friends should be denied this simple pleasure. Five more kids poked into the cake to get a taste. Mrs. Hostetter finally intervened and said that that was enough, as there would be no cake left for the birthday girl.
I took the cake home with me and bragged to my sisters about how I got a birthday cake at school. I offered them all a bite and my Mom looked at the cake with a nervous eye. She said to put the cake over on the counter which was right above an open garbage can. It seemed to have disappeared when I looked for it later. Mom made me a huge double layer white cake with coconut icing and red and yellow flowers she made with a special icing gun. I soon forgot about the pixie cake. I opened a package from my Grandmom Hugar who sent me a red velvet hat. I loved it and wore it every day for a month. I also get a round black patin leather purse with a mirror inside from Nannie, my Mother's mom. I was named after her.My parents got me a nun doll, that when you moved the legs to walk, the head went from side to side, just like the real nuns do, and they never miss a thing going on in a classroom. She was wearing lime green underpants. I recall thinking how nice the underwear was, because the dress she wore sure was ugly. She also had a very large bib. I thought that was because nuns must be sloppy eaters. The nun doll was ok for a day, but I couldn't play with her. Her dress was stapled on her. No wonder nuns were crabby and mean.
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