mom purgatory

Happy birthday, mom.  May you rot in purgatory.

I never knew which mom would wake me ~~ the "Open Up the Windows and Let the Merry Sunshine In mom or the crazed woman who burst in and threw my toys in  a trash bag then by breakfast seemed to forget.

I learned mom's history my third year at CSUN, interviewing her for a women history class. 

She and Dad met working at a Pittsburgh department store.   He was a window dresser and demonstrated yoyos and other toys in the basement.

Mom had eleven pregnancies, six children, lost JaMy {named for Jack and Myrtle} to meningitis at six.