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Growing up in the 1950s was a far different experience than that of children today. We knew every family on our block, the names and ages of their kids and the names of the family pets. We knew what the fathers of the families did for a living, what time they...
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My mother earned a teaching degree from the University of Georgia in the mid 1960's. She taught for a few years and then had to stop to have me. Back then you could not teach and be pregnant (GASP!!). Her main profession was raising my brother and me and that kept...
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My Mother never went to college, nor had her parents. Her Mom had never worked outside the home and her Dad was a postal worker...a highly read one I believe. My Mother told me on occasion that her parents, who were originally from a Maryland farming community, didn't encourage post high...
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My mother was born in Ft. Kent, Maine in 1903. She was the third of eight children. Two of her siblings died. Her father owned a tremedous amount of land but due to his poor eyesight he could not work and the land was sold off to support the family. My...
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Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt?
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I grew up in a very caring family but one with limited resources. My dad worked at a refinery and my mother was a housewife so there was not much money for non-essential items. When I was in the 9th grade, I was invited to a house party that was "dress-up." ...
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My maternal great-grandmother, Hilje Mulder Folkers, and I had a special relationship when I was a very young, and this relationship still affects me emotionally some 65 years later. Opoo had lost her husband before I was born, and she was living with my grandparents, Hermannus Thiessens and Henrietta Folkers. When...
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When I left home I left behind the greatest friend I would ever have. My mother and I were very close. Even though I was miles away, we talked every day, sometimes two or three times a day. Many miles separated us, but I traveled that nine hundred and ninety two...
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