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The Naming
 When I was five I went to Sunday School at All Souls Church every Sunday
— all the way to the south side of Chicago from Oak Park. Mr. Jenkin
Lloyd Jones kissed all the little girls in the front row of the kindergarten
class. He had a long white beard and I thought he was Santa Claus. He died
when I was five and we didn't go there anymore. I'm named for Edith Lackerstein
Jones, his wife. And my middle name, Henriet, is because my mother's best
friend was Henriet Roos all the time she was growing up. Their photos in
the bathing dresses of the period are a touching picture of female love.
I think of them when I see the Primavera of Botticelli, restored and glowing
at the Uffizzi in Florence. When I go there I sit in the attendant's chair
and just look at this one picture for an hour, entranced.
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