I was the long desired baby sister with the "tan" hair. My brother, who was six years old at the time of my birth, had ordered me specially. Because he greatly admired the blond baby sister of one of his boy friends, he made numerous and serious appeals and accepted my arrival with the same enthusiasm as he had displayed when given his highly-prized, red tricycle. Although most people called me a "towhead," Bob still considered me his little sister with the "tan" hair.
"The Girl With The Tan Hair,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 10.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol11/iss2/10