a sad day for us wannabe orphans, tapdancers and diplomats

When we were kids, growing up in a pack on Liberty Street, Sunday mornings were the time when we would watch old movies on the tiny black-and-white tv in the kitchen. They came on at 10:30, and if we were really, really lucky, then it was a Shirley Temple movie.
Oh, how I loved The Little Princess, also my favorite book, but any Shirley Temple movie would do.