In Summary
All in all, my memories of my life as a child were pretty
nice after all, in spite of everything.
It made me stronger and the person I am today.
My father was a hard worker and really tried to provide for
the family. He didn't have a high school education, but he could fix just about
anything. He was a man who believed in
honesty and equality for all.
My mother was a very creative woman who could really
stretch a dollar. She was an excellent cook, baker, seamstress, hair dresser,
gardener and lover of classical music and flowers. Her perseverance in all she
attempted, was remarkable.
Being ten years younger than my siblings, was just like
being an only child and I missed their companionship at home. I looked forward
to them coming home and admired their accomplishments.
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