The second photo is my friend Doris and me at age 8, playing "dress up" and posing like models. I am on the right. My mom had a great trunk full of old clothing, hats, shoes and accessories for me and my playmates to fantasize with. It brought us hours and hours of fun. Doris and I attended the same school for the first three years; we both moved away from the neighborhood after that, and I seldom saw her again. Many years later, she learned my whereabouts; she was coming to my town for a geneaology convention, called and we had lunch together. I had not seen her in about 40 years, and it was great to play catch up and find out about her family. We stay in touch now via email. Old friends are the best; as the Girl Scout camp song says:
"Make new friends, but keep the old, One is silver and the other's gold".