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the pursuit of happiness
Orphaned and poor in the 1970s, one woman learned to express herself through clothes, television, and an unlikely guardian angel. By Kaye Gibbons
In 1972, when I was 12, I lived for a year with a kleptomaniac aunt who resembled Christina Onassis and/ or Lenny Bruce, depending on her mood. She supplied me with clothing she had acquired at either the best stores in our small North Carolina town or from an unpainted, dilapidated thrift barn way out in the country, run by a mean-spirited elderly couple who seemed to have cornered the market on outfitting migrant workers and hoboes. There were indiscriminate bins through which you ...