[St. Louis, 1893?]

When Signora Randazzo first came to Laclede Avenue to teach piano, I liked her immediately. Her deep dark eyes and strong aquiline nose so competed for attention that I could never decide which was her dominant feature; it seemed to vary with the lighting and her mood. She always kept her ebony hair swept back into a chignon, ( Read more... )

This dream was so vivid, with such a quality of reality, I did not feel it to be dreamlike. It came complete with childhood memories that had never really happened, or maybe it was something real from childhood I had forgotten but incorporated into the dream. Actually, I had never been to St. Louis in childhood. The scene in the dream wasn't ( Read more... )