The Bs Are Here

Here in my home office, that is.  I know you will be surprised that they are pink.  And, of course, you know the B is for Beverly.  Just plain Beverly - not Bev or Bevy or any other nickname.  Just Beverly.  My father chose my name, and he always called me Beverly.  He always said B is for Beverly.

When I was six years old we had a toddler neighbor, and she couldn't pronounce Beverly.  She called me Beer!  Tell me that didn't get some looks.

The shadowbox holds some things my mother saved from when I was a baby.  It includes my brush and comb, a picture of me, a pair of my shoes, my silver spoon, a silver jewelry box, the card that was in my nursery layette at the hospital and a pretty bunch of flowers.

B is for Beverly

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