The Recital One of my early recollections of my sister Priscilla was when she took piano lessons. She and Sylvia were always in competition with one another for my Father's affection for music and Sylvia being the eldest and the better musician would tease her. Priscilla, however, had a good ear (memory) and could pick up pieces Sylvia played simply by listening. As time went on, she proceeded quite well until the recital.All at once she forgot the middle of the piece and stopped. The teacher trying to help her, put the music in front of her and still she could not play it. It was then we discovere that she had neve learned how to read music by note; it had all been by ear. The Wedding A later recollection was the time of her wedding. I had been her selection for maid of honor. Everything was going fine at the rehearsal and Reverend McNair of First Church in St. Louis along with my Father who was presiding insisted that I put Harold's ring on my third finger and then when the ring ceremony took place, I was to slide it off my finger into Pris's hand after which she would put it on Harold's finger. Well the time came and it slid off my finger all right but right onto the floor. Being the perfectionist that he was, McNair shook his head when I attempted to pick it up and went on with the ceremony. At the conclusion of the ceremony as we stood in the reception line, Harold demanded, "Where's my ring?" "I don't know," I said, I guess it's still on the floor where it fell." At that point he left the reception line, picked up the ring and put it on. It was quite a relief when he was finally wearing it. The Dress Prior to the wedding, we had assembled everything we needed to dress for it when we got to the church. We helped Pris with her wedding dress when all at once she said, "Where's my crinoline?" Alas, in the midst of it all, it had been left behind in the apartment which was a considerable distance from the church. Dad and I rushed back to get it and fortunately we found it and brought it back. Poor Pris, she was in tears but in spite of it all, it ended well with fifty-three years of marriage. The Dinner In December of 2001,the year Sylvia passed away, we all gathered at Palos Hills for Christmas after the funeral.Pris fixed a lovely turkey dinner and we were all enjoying the finishing of the meal with dessert when we heard a howl from the kitchen,"Harold, the cat is on top of the kitchen table devouring the turkey!!!" Poor Harold, he had to take the blame for the cat.