My mother decided that I'm going to have a party. And uh, I just had a wonderful thing, I just had a, another big birthday, my sixty-fifth. And a friend of mine who now lives in Detroit met my uh--husband and children gave me a party--she came to the party and she was in in Arizona now, and she was at that birthday party. The birthday party was rather grand because my mother had some oatmeal and she had made some wonderful cookies which we all swore were absolutely like uh tasted like uh nuts. And I had a birthday party which was crowned by an incredible thing. I got an orange. I always loved oranges. Only later did I find out that my mother had gone out of the ghetto, sold a diamond and pearl ring to get me an orange. That was the last birthday gift from my parents.