Saturday, October 15, 2011
And so I miss them.
My name is Beth Ellen Kephart. No Elizabeth. Nothing to shorten to Liz, Lizzie, Libby, Eliza, Betta. Just Beth, and then the Ellen, but my grandmother and my uncle called me Betty Boop. They called me Betsy, too, and other things, but what took hold in me was Betty Boop. When I go somewhere and Betty Boop is there, I bring her home with me. Look, I say, to the clouds above. You are still alive to me.
Today, in Jim Thorpe, I found this one, sitting on a swing.