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.