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1877-02 The Scrapbook A Pictorial Story
1877-02 The Scrapbook A Pictorial Story
"Joey," Katie stood beside her parents' bed. "I'll help ya climb
up."
She placed the album on the bed and stepped up to join him, "We can look at the pictures, an' I'll tell ya about
'em. Okay?"
He opened the front cover of the beautifully decorated scrapbook. Michaela had filled it with photographs,
mementos and descriptions dating back to her first months in Colorado Springs.
"I don't know much about this stuff," Katie skimmed the initial pages. "An' I don't know how t' read real good."
Katie decided that what she did not know for sure, she could certainly come up with an answer to her little
brother.
"Well," Katie studied it. "That one? Look real close, Joey. That's Mama's ring."
"Ring," she clarified. "On her finger. That must be when Poppy asked her t' marry
him."
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"Sad!" Katie exaggerated. "No! She was real happy. I think she's not smilin' 'cause she's thinkin' about the
weddin'. They had a lot t' do. Mama an' Poppy got married a long time ago."
She laughed, "No, Joey. A LONG time ago. I'm thinkin' maybe a hundred years ago."
"This one?" the little boy indicated another page of the scrapbook.
"Can't ya see what they're wearin'?" she asked. "Mama's got a veil on."
"That's a white thing on her head so the husband can't tell if his wife's pretty or not," she
surmised. "He's stuck with her when she takes off the veil, no matter what she looks like."
"Yea, but Poppy was already married t' her by then, an' he was real lucky that she turned out pretty," she
explained.
"Ah," Katie giggled. "See? Poppy's glad Mama turned out t' be pretty under
the veil."
"In case ya haven't noticed, they do that a lot," Katie nodded. "I think that
might be how they start t' make babies, but they won't tell me for sure."
Katie turned the page, "Yep, 'cause next thing ya know, they were expectin' me."
"Thanksgivin'," Katie recalled her parents' telling her the story. "That's when
Mama told Poppy they were gonna have me."
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"Sully," Michaela looked up from her book. "The children are being terribly quiet."
As he walked down the hallway, he could hear their hushed conversation. He paused outside the bedroom door
to listen.
"They had me outside," she knew the story. "Mama was leanin'
against a big tree an' Poppy helped me come out."
"Outside?" he wondered.
"See in the picture, Poppy's holdin' ont' Mama so she don't drop
me," the little girl fabricated. "I was their first baby."
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"They're lookin' at your scrapbook," he set her book aside and helped her up. "Katie's tellin' Josef a story about
each picture."
"Well, she's makin' up some stuff," he winked. "But come on, let's go listen."
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"Now in this one, Poppy's steerin' the wagon with one hand," Katie resumed. "Joey,
don't EVER do that."
"I think it's dangerous," she cautioned. "But Poppy.... he can do it cause he's big an'
strong. See how Mama's leanin' against him? She wouldn't do that if she didn't trust that
Poppy could drive the wagon with one hand."
"Are you gonna listen t' me, or not?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Promise me ya won't try it, Joey," she put her arm around him.
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"I know," he slipped his hand around her waist. "An' they got some imaginations."
He pulled her close and tenderly kissed her, "I can imagine all kinds o' things."
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"Joey," she rolled her eyes. "You ask 'why' too much."
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"Aw, Joey, this is from Christmas," she grinned.
"That was before ya were born," she explained. "Can ya name who's in the
picture?"
The little boy took his time and identified each member of the family, "Mattew,
Bran, Papa, Coween, Mama, you!"
"I don't remember," she scratched her head. "But it was prob'ly 'cause Poppy was ticklin' me."
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He kissed her again, immediately stirring her. Their kiss began to deepen as they lovingly caressed one another.
"May I take you up on this delightful offer later?" she cupped his face between her hands.
"It's a promise," he snuggled close as they again turned their attention to their children.
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"One 'pon time, Mama an' Papa outside," he initiated a story. "Woh
find 'em."
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"Wolf?" Katie was puzzled. "Wolf's not in this picture, Joey."
"That's not IN the picture," she shook her head. "Look. Mama's got her hand on Poppy's chest."
"She likes t' feel his heartbeat," the little girl imagined. "She does that a lot."
"I don't think so," Katie pondered. "They just look serous."
"Now, they must've had a lot o' money there," Katie smiled.
"That's how they looked in that Thanksgivin' picture when they were expectin' me,"
she remembered.
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Suddenly, the little boy slammed the book shut.
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"Josef Michael Sully," Katie repeated what her mother often called the little boy. "Ya don't need t' get mad."
"Does that upset ya?" she put her arm around him. "Just 'cause I was first?"
"You know what Mama an' Poppy told me when they were gonna have you?" she consoled the little boy.
"They said they got a lotta extra love t' share with another baby," she recalled. "An' I'm glad they had ya, Joey.
You're my best friend."
"You look like Mama when ya smile," she touched the corner of his mouth.
Reaching for the scrapbook, Josef opened it again, "This one, Katie."
The little girl studied it for a moment, then sighed, "I think
that's when we lost our baby. Do ya remember?"
"Maybe Mama an' Poppy will give us one someday," she said
wistfully.
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"Maypee," he yawned.
Josef rolled onto his side and shut his eyes, "Sweepy, Katie."
"Me, too," she set the scrapbook on the end table. "I don't think Mama an' Poppy would mind if we took a nap
here."
"Joey," she ran her hand through his hair. "I think we're real lucky."
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"When ya hear 'em talk like that, it's hard t' believe they can sometimes be so ornery," he joked.
"Next time Josef throws his food or Katie gets int' your books, I'll remember ya said that," he teased.
"I think their Mama's a little bit prejudiced," he ran his hands up and down her arms.
"Perhaps that's because their Mama is so in love with their Papa," she kissed him.
"I shall always love you Sully," she peered into his eyes.
"Do you think our children would mind some company?" she glanced toward the door. "Perhaps a little nap for
us, as well?"
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"Sounds good. I can't think o' anythin' I'd rather do than wake up next t' you an' them," Sully clasped her hand
and led her into the bedroom.
THE END