I am my father’s daughter.
I am so much my father’s daughter that people used to look quizzically at my blonde, freckled mother and then back at me and say, “Well, I guess…Read More
My mother and father were married back in the 1950s. Dad had graduated from college a few months before and was ready to begin his Adult Life.
Mom? Well, Mom dropped out of school to get married. That’s what many young women did back in Mississippi in the 1950s. After high school, they…