I entered this world on November 16, 1955.
I was the only child, the adopted child and the Princess Child. I was always dressed like a doll and was rarely allowed to get dirty. I played with "real" money. My father thought it was ridiculous to spend hard earned money to purchase "play" money. He was a Civil Engineer and raised cattle as a hobby. My mother was a housewife.
I grew up in a time where indoor plumbing was not included in all homes, nor was television, telephones, air-conditioning and clothes dryers. (Lucky for me we had it all, except the clothes dryer.) No mother in our neighborhood worked outside of the home and only a hand full of them could drive an automobile. That automobile did not have air-conditioning or seat belts. There were no malls or supermarkets. We had a milk man and a market truck man. For fun most girls played with paper dolls and jacks.
My best friend's grandmother told me the story of the flood of 1927, when the levee gave way and the mighty Mississippi flooded this area. I shared this story with my daughter-in-law and she replied, "Oh my God, why didn't they evacuate?" Well, that is what prompted me to write this blog. I realized that even my children didn't know about what I call "my good ole days".
Those lazy, happy days of sitting on a front porch and enjoying a glass of lemonade with your neighbors.
