crayons and dolls. In ot part, y. averly Jong ain amount of fame as quot;Cotlest C;

    quot;Soo many trop; lamented Auntie Lindo t Sunday. quot;All day sime do not dust off ; S averly,  to see her.

    quot;You lucky you dont ; said Auntie Lindo o my mother.

    And my mot;Our problem  music. Its like you cant stop tural talent.quot;

    And rigermined to put a stop to her foolish pride.

    A feer, Old Co alent ss o buy me a secondzer spinet  he showpiece of our living room.

    For talent so play a piece called quot;Pleading C; from Sc  sounded more difficult t o memorize t parts to make t I da, playing a feing, looking up to see es folloened to  being somew being someone else.

    t I liked to practice best sy: rig out, touc ed foot, so t leg bends, look up and smile.

    My parents invited all to ness my debut. Auntie Lindo and Uncle tin  ttlest ones got to go first. ted simple nursery r tunes on miniature violins, tutus, and ;A; and tically.

    urn came, I . I remember my cement. It  a doubt, t t. I soever, no nervousness. I remember to myself, t! t! I looked out over t my motie Lindos stiff-lipped smile, averlys sulky expression. I e dress layered s of lace, and a pink boer Pan . As I sat doo t and Ed Sullivan ruso introduce me to everyone on tV.

    And I started to play. It iful. I  first I didnt o me  e and I realized somet sound quite rig anot. A carted at top of my o trickle do I couldnt stop playing, as tc t train sco t track. I pl