My Mom was a neat-nick. There was no clutter in our house. Her early American furniture was polished, hardwood floors dusted on hands and knees daily. Window washing was a weekly task, unless horrendous weather prevailed. She used some concoction with vinegar and newspapers to dry them. Because newspapers left no streaks.
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| Mom catching some rays in California, 1961... |
You've been waiting patiently for an update. I know. It's just been a blah February slump. But it's time to give you the latest information on the kid who's a basketball whiz. And my grandson.
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| I'm anxiously awaiting his electrifying return to the court... |
I've touched on part of this story a couple of times since I've been blogging. How strongly I felt about motherhood. A compelling issue (barring any infertility complications) was when to have kids. I did not want to be an old mom, thus no kids after I turned thirty. You have to remember, I had yet to reach my 19th birthday. Sure is different 45 years later. Some gals don't think about childbearing until their late 30's or early 40's. Even more important to me was not having my kids close together. Could not visualize maintaining my sanity if I had more than one child in diapers. I know this was not the norm, but I felt very strongly about it. Still do.
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| Shannon, about 5... |
