I think a lot about the past, and how fortunate I was to have such a happy childhood. I had parents who loved me, my brothers and sister, and each other. The depression was a hardship, a challenge, but it didn't dominate our lives. Hope did. "When our ship comes in" was a frequent statement at our house. We didn't wait at the dock, we enjoyed each day as it came.
We had three grandparents, who were very precious in our lives. Our paternal grandfather had died before our parents were wed, so we only had pictures of him. We had numerous Aunts and Uncles, all contributed a measure of love to our environment. Our father was one of five, our mother one of nine.
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3 comments:
What in interesting story and great pictures!
Cmon Mom, write some more here, we are waiting.
Mom, this is priceless gold! I hadn't read these in years...now as Matt and I go through your photos I can tell what was happening. I only wish you had blogged as regularly as I do, and hope my kids can enjoy what I have cataloged when I join you wherever you are now. Much love!
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