I must have been about three years old. Those were the days when, to raise a family, only one parent had to work. My father worked in the aerospace industry and my mother stayed home with me and my two sisters.
We had a three-bedroom home with a black and white TV (we received about seven channels). We had a lawn in the back yard and the same in the front. In those days we could play outside, unattended, while Mom did household chores. If we went to the neighbor’s house we were then under the care of that mom. Those were halcyon days. Sitting with a PB&J leaning limply in my little hand, watching Continue reading
