My family and I lived in a small bungalow on Ossington Avenue in the south end of Flint, MI until 1965 when I was ten years old. We lived in the middle of the first block east off busy Fenton Road and down two more blocks from us was a factory called Standard Cotton located … More I Almost Became Road Kill
On October 25, 2014, I was all settled on my couch with my blankie, Kleenexes, remote, Vitamin Water, snacks and my cigarettes, all at the ready to enjoy the ancient rivalry between my beloved Michigan Wolverines and the Michigan State Spartans in their annual football slugfest. I had been feeling quite icky for the past … More Those Damned Wolverines Gave Me a Heart Attack!
My dad grew up on a 300 acre farm in New Madrid, MO in the boot heel area of that state. New Madrid still is a sleepy, itty bitty town right on the Mississippi River. His father had died from a massive heart attack when my dad was in his teens. My dad was the … More The Hillbilly’s Daughter
When I was growing up during the end of the 50’s and into the 1960’s, my family had strict rules about when and how much snacks and candy and chocolate were eaten. My dad worked the very early first shift Monday through Friday as a millwright in the huge, sprawling Buick car factory in Flint, … More Pop and Potato Chips On The Weekends
My mother married my father when she was 32 and he was 43. She had worked as a telephone operator for almost 11 years but she gladly quit so that she could be a wife and a mother. She told me many, many years later that she had been very afraid that she would end … More The Scar on My Right Palm
I bought my first car, a 1969 Chevy Nova coupe, in early 1975 when I was 19 years old. My younger brother, Keith, and I had been previously “sharing” our family’s second vehicle, a blue Buick station wagon. Keith was in several rock and jazz bands that he practiced with after his high school classes … More My First Car…And My First Car Accident
My dad was 43 years old when I was born in 1955, the oldest of three kids. I was also the only girl. At my birth, my dad was old enough to be my grandfather. So not only was there a generational gap, there was a two-generational gap between my dad and I. To complicate … More My Dad Tried To “Pimp” Me Out
In 1969, when I was 13 1/2 years old, my family (me, Dad, Mom, my younger brothers, Keith and Eugene) took a trip in our brand new Buick Sport Wagon to New Madrid, Missouri where my dad had grown up and lived until he was in his 20’s. Our new station wagon was nice. It … More Our Trip To Missouri and The Car Accident