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　　My husband and I were talking about possible colors because it was time for painting the kitchen again．The children, sat nearby and suddenly 　　1　　 , “Not the measuring(测量)stick! ”

　　The measuring stick isn't a real stick but the kitchen side of the door between our kitchen and dining room．Along the edge we have 　　2　　 each child's growth by making a mark 　　3　　 his or her height on every birthday．Over the ten years so many colored pens, pencils and markers were 　　4　　 that the door came to be 　　5　　 like a painting．

　　Names and dates show different hand-writing, and I can 　　6　　 by the script(手迹)who measured whom．An eight-year-old brother measured her three-year-old sister, a grandchild measured her grandmother, my husband measured 　　7　　．At parties, when this door swings, friends stop to 　　8　　 the names and date．When we ask 　　9　　 they would like to be immortalized(不灭), they usually had a smile．

　　Many of these listed on the door are still 　　10　　 while some have stopped．Some 　　11　　 with us only in memory．When my mother came to see our eldest daughter graduated from university, we 　　12　　 her, too．It was her last visit to our home．

　　We haven't decided on the new kitchen 　　13　　 plan yet, but one thing is 　　14　　：Whether we paint the trim curry gold, Chowning's Tavern red or Federal blue, the back of the kitchen door will be always 　　15　　 with lots of names and dates in various colors

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