Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.

It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”

I was clueless what my mom had done.

Not much thinking on my part about what my mom had done to do the laundry for us kids and her and my dad as well. And I mean going back to day one. My first memories of laundry days at our little adobe home in East L A had my mom sweating over aContinue reading “I was clueless what my mom had done.”