wearing Mother's underclothes and suggested that I could be dressed in girl's clothes if I wanted it. I was ashamed and frightened about the reactions of the kids on the block. That's when I decided I hated girls--primarily for my Dad's benefit. Needless to say I was still mightily fascinated.

During the summers we used to go to Chicago to visit my Grand- father and my two aunts (who both taught school). I adored the younger of my aunts. so pretty, so friendly, so talented.

She was the most fun in my young life. I used to look forward to visiting Grandpa's apartment months ahead of the visit. During one of these visits, on a Sunday afternoon, I was in my aunt's room wat- ching her and Mom makeup for the afternoon's round of visits. I begged them to make me up too. My aunt, who was playful and art- istic (she had a hobby of making beautiful hats for her friends) made me up--much to our amusement--hers and mine. I was surprised and embarrassed when my grown cousin Jim made fun of me in front of a room full of the relatives I'd come to see. Later I heard my aunt tell him that his ridicule wasn't kind or gentlemanly.

On another occasion I got up early in the morning and on my way to the kitchen saw that my aunt was up. I went into her room and talked to her while she dressed--with benefit of dressing gown, I was sitting on the bed when presently she came over and sat on the bed to put on her silk stockings., It's quite an enchanting spectacle to see a lovely lady gracefully smoothing silk stockings up her legs and I was fascinated. We were conversing all the while and at my question she explained as she rolled her stockings on how it was the best method to avoid runners--which ruined silk hose. I remember explaining this new found knowledge to my Mother. She was upset by it and advised me (in my innocence) to allow my aunt to dress in pri- vacy.

To further emphasize how deep the roots of my TV proclivity do go back into my childhood, on another occasion of these early visits to my Grandfather's apartment I was at nap one afternoon when the rest of the family decided to step across the hall to visit the neighbors. Since they did not intend to be gone long I could just go on napping--. While they were away I went to the bathroom and then into my aunt's room. I was drawn like a magnet to her dresser and the lingerie drawers. I was thrilled to feel the soft silken garments on my body and though they did not fit well that wasn't any great disappointment. I paraded around and then disrobed, being

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