She's lived through a significant time in America's history.
Born in 1947, she has seen beatniks, a president assassinated and civil rights.
I'll be posting some of her words....
As I enter those twilight years I think, "How have I spent my life? What can I leave for my children’s, children?"
Well, I’ll leave a little bit of myself.
My first childhood memories are of our house on Pewaukee Road in Waukesha. We called it our "Cracker Box House" since it was so small. All three of us kids were in one room! But we were happy, loved and cared for. There were other children in our neighborhood so we never lacked anyone to play hide and seek or kick the can with.
One day when we on the hill from our house playing army with the boys who lived there, their mother fed us lunch, and of all things we had fish sticks. We couldn’t wait to go home and tell our mother what a rare treat we had.
We had a black and white TV although I do remember listening to story hour on the radio and Billy the Brownie at Christmas Time.
Saturdays were special days for us, mother would give us a bath early at night so we could all gather around the TV to watch the Ed Sullivan Show, sometimes we had popcorn and for an even better treat my father would make us malts.
We had a rotary phone, and our phone number only had four digits. We had a party line, which meant we shared the phone line with another family. Mother would try to make a phone call but couldn’t because “she” was on the phone. We never knew who she was just that she talked a lot.
When I was about 8, my parents had a new house built. We wouldn’t have to share a bedroom. This new house would have three bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room and dining room on a nice size lot for $12,000.
We still had milk delivered by the milkman. In our new house there was a pass through door so we put our empty bottles in the door and the milkman gave us the full replacements without ever speaking to us.
We also had a clothes shoot, which was this shoot that when you put clothes in it would take them down to the basement for mother to wash. Washing clothes was a hard job. We had a wringer wash machine at the time. I remember mother got so wet whenever she did the wash.
Well, I’ll leave a little bit of myself.
My first childhood memories are of our house on Pewaukee Road in Waukesha. We called it our "Cracker Box House" since it was so small. All three of us kids were in one room! But we were happy, loved and cared for. There were other children in our neighborhood so we never lacked anyone to play hide and seek or kick the can with.
One day when we on the hill from our house playing army with the boys who lived there, their mother fed us lunch, and of all things we had fish sticks. We couldn’t wait to go home and tell our mother what a rare treat we had.
We had a black and white TV although I do remember listening to story hour on the radio and Billy the Brownie at Christmas Time.
Saturdays were special days for us, mother would give us a bath early at night so we could all gather around the TV to watch the Ed Sullivan Show, sometimes we had popcorn and for an even better treat my father would make us malts.
We had a rotary phone, and our phone number only had four digits. We had a party line, which meant we shared the phone line with another family. Mother would try to make a phone call but couldn’t because “she” was on the phone. We never knew who she was just that she talked a lot.
When I was about 8, my parents had a new house built. We wouldn’t have to share a bedroom. This new house would have three bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room and dining room on a nice size lot for $12,000.
We still had milk delivered by the milkman. In our new house there was a pass through door so we put our empty bottles in the door and the milkman gave us the full replacements without ever speaking to us.
We also had a clothes shoot, which was this shoot that when you put clothes in it would take them down to the basement for mother to wash. Washing clothes was a hard job. We had a wringer wash machine at the time. I remember mother got so wet whenever she did the wash.
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