I’m guessing my room was my safe place….the rest of the house always filled with laughter, parties and lots of singing and playing of the darbuka ( Arabic drum). My sharing with you is what I was feeling but there were plenty of happy times. I came to learn about those times much  later on in my life but still want to believe it was my magical time .Our home was always  filled with visitors in both winter and summer.My parents had quite the social life happening,possibly why I’ve always liked a house  filled with people and being surrounded by friends.Although  I must admit as the years creep up  I do enjoy my quiet times more and more.Still love company but in smaller groups….Probably  because my door has always been wide open and more than often the party was here…I have a passion for bringing my friends together.Mind you that was yesterday, today I feel much differently or is it that life has changed as have the relationships in my life..whatever the case I will always treasure those times without regret and when I do look back they have taught me a lesson …something I’ll discuss much later on in my blogging. Now back to the 60’s….I’m playing in our more than inviting  and cozy Florida room,I guess today it’s called a solarium.I loved watching the rain and or snow fall while sitting in there playing with my cousin,D,who really was my best family friend ever in the whole wide world.Let alone the numerous card games,concentration was a fave and I would insist we played at our round glass kitchen table.Poor tiny D,yes I said tiny,her knick name was” skinny – so ” and guess what mine was? We would play at that table for hours it seemed and I’d be bending down pretending to pick things up off the floor and of course looking at all the cards..concentration was fun! Poor D she never got it……we laugh about it today.Back to Uncle G he was visiting and guess what? He thought of me when he was really over to visit my baby sister…..and he brought me a tall slender container jammed full of Laura Secord chocolate  balls wrapped up in the shiniest foil my eyes had ever,ever seen.Most exciting they were all mine.Mom reminded me to not eat them all…….I dashed up those stairs and disapeared and that’s all I remember was opening them up one at a time and being so very happy……and rolling up the foil wrappers in Kleenex so mom wouldn’t find them…where did they all go? Take a look at me and as the days,weeks,months and years went by of course we all knew I was wearing all of the food that mysteriously disappeared …..stay tuned for the next blog ,my affair with ice cream sandwiches!