I know I did. Went through WW2. Left Ukraine in the "Great Migration in 1944. Went to Germany and then ended up in the U.S. in 1951. Though this country isn’t perfect, I love it here. I have a lot of memories about my past. Some wonderful, some not so much.
I used to clean out my daughter’s room when she was gone, but I never threw anything except garbage out. She was a slob and left all kinds of things lying around, like peach pits, apple cores, left over bits of pizza as well as dirty dishes. She never said anything and never complained about me cleaning her room.
I have read some books several times and always find things in them that I don’t remember reading before. That is one thing that makes them worth re-reading.
When my 15 month old daughter was so sick she needed to be in the hospital, I could not go see her at all. Soon after she was admitted, a big snowstorm started and did not stop until we had 24 inches of snow. The roads were impassable, and we had no car. One week later, the roads were finally clear and my father drove me to the hospital to get my daughter. She had been good the whole time but the minute she saw me, she started to scream. She was really mad at me, and it took about a week for her to forgive me.
My son had to have a guitar. It was an eclectic guitar and cost more than we could afford, but we bought it anyway. Payments for a whole year. He played it for that year and then went off to college. He never touched it again. We sold it for half of what we paid but it still cost us a lot for the lessons he had to have. The whole thing was a big mistake as far as I’m concerned.
Mike, as I remember, never played the trumpet in high school or college. Maybe I’m wrong, but this is not something that Ellie will ever thank her brother for!
When I went to work I gave my son a key. He wore it on a string around his neck, but he was older than Mike at the time so I wasn’t worried about him losing the key.
If he had used an old toothbrush, that would not make for a funny strip.