‘M’ is for the million things she gave me. Of my mother, my sister, and ‘Shut The Door’, once pretty in pink.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant. Author’s program note. If you were alive on any Saturday night in 1915 and were of good family, soon after the dinner dishes were removed, soon after the gentlemen’s secret potation was poured and savored, you gathered in the drawing room with its spotless antimacassars and the hapless canaries trapped in …