Monday, November 27, 2006
Our dear aunt "Titia" used to tell us stories--to the ten of us, at one time or another-- when I was a little girl. A superb storyteller, this only and younger sister of Mother, who never had children of her own, shared her talents with us and kept us entertained with stories for hours on end, providing sanity in a world that was fast being taken over by TV. One of the ones I remember being fascinated by was a Sherlock Holmes, The Hound of the Baskervilles.
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