This is going back to my history, my family and my life story.
I would like to know my readers, so hope you want to know
I was raised by two professional parents, an engineer at NASA
and a Spanish and English high school teacher. I am like Shania
Twain in the fact she wrote a song about “that don’t impress me
much.” I don’t believe that what you do is to impress but how you
lead your life. My parents marched in the Civil Right’s movement
marches. They walked the talk, my Mom packed up our toys,
kitchen set, and Tonka trucks, along with books to go to downtown
Sandusky in the basement of a church. We three kids would help
pack up and get into the back of our station wagon. There she was a
volunteer teacher of Head Start, beginning stage. We were her little
typically-developing children to mentor the little kids there. We would
get all of this done in summer mornings.
We were free to play all afternoon until the cow bell was rung. We climbed
trees, built forts and played with our neighbors in Perkins Township on
Scottley Drive. Good times. We moved in elementary school and later in
junior high school. In the last house we loved to play “kick the can” and
visiting with friends, “capture the flag.” What are some of your memories?