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My Grandma, who raised my baby sister and me, had made matching dresses for us from sheer white organza flocked with sprinkles of yellow flowers flanked by green leaves. Grandma, an accomplished seamstress, made all our clothing. She also stitched beautiful white underslips, the tops smocked in a cable stitch with white embroidery thread, the skirts gathered, the perfect background to float the flowered dresses. It was early spring, the air redolent with lilacs. My sister was nearly 2 years old, and I had either just turned 5, or would soon have a birthday. The memory of the dress, the dres...