I feel giddy when I know that I am responsible for the catch in someone’s ribs and their face red from laughter. I appeared shy at age four but that disappeared quickly when I developed my verbal skills and found great reward in making people laugh. My older sister’s excessive talking seems to have stemmed from a need to cover her natural shyness, mine seems to have been from an overactive mind and burning need to entertain others. Our Mom didn’t stand a chance of getting a word in edge-wise in our house, living with two young daughters who never stopped talking. I have a faint remembrance from very long ago, of her swatting at my diapered butt as I ran past her once, but not much else as far as disciplining us. Never raising her voice with us, she was always cool, calm and collected. He was well-respected as an Officer in the Army and well-liked by fellow truckers where he drove for over 30 years. He had very high morals and a common sense about life in general. He was friendly to strangers, a hard worker and smart as a whip for someone who only had a fourth grade education. He came across as impatient about most things when I was a child, but underneath all of that thick veneer of agitation, lived a true “softy” who I knew adored Mom and us two girls. Mom always said, he “got over it” quickly when he would become upset or angry cause he would usually get back to his “old self” right away. Daddy had a great sense of humor but he also had a quick temper which flared often.
#The girl bared before the guy vintage scene full#
Daddy was a truck-driver(“Honey, I’m home!”), Mom, a housewife, stayed home full time to raise her two children.
My family of four was no exception, try thinking of the families in the movie, “Pleasantville”. I grew up in the fifties and sixties, a time when life was simpler and we were all pretty innocent, perhaps even naive.
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