MOM'S BOOK

I wanted to learn to play the piano, but we could not afford lessons; so I got a job cleaning a neighbor’s house. Part of my deal with her was that she would let me practice on her piano. I also got the Nuns at school to let me practice on the school piano at lunch time. I began lessons which I paid for. After a short time, my employer got sick of my practicing and wanted to pay me more just to clean. I quit! It is stupid to take lessons when you don’t have a piano. I never learned. I love piano music. When I was 14 years old ansdtill at home, I fixed up my cute grandmother with an uncle of a firend of mine and guess what! They got marred and then he moved in with us. Among all the other chores, I did all of the ironing too and that is how I learned to irion men’s white shirts! (I am the best white shirt ironer - but retired). I also did the cooking which I still do enjoy. I never ate a TV dinner---UGH! At 15, I started at Technical High School for the next two years. I walked to school along the rail road tracks with others 2 to 3 miles each way. Then I got to take the bus. As a junior, I became a majorette and practiced my baton twirling constantly. It was so cold in those outfits at the games, I swore I would be a cheerleader the following year and I was. Cheerleaders jumped around a lot and kept warm. My dad went to every game just to watch me perform - what a guy! Jimmy Backus was on the football team and one year ahead of me. He was fabulous! The woman who trained the cheerleaders did not think Jimmy was good enough for me, but I loved him. At the end of the year, Jimmy was upset with me for some reason and he asked another beautiful blonde to his prom. I was heart broken, but let it go and started to date another as I had lots of choices. That was the end for me with Jimmy. Unforgivable! We did remain friends until he died in 1998. He told me later how sorry he was as he had a terrible time thinking of me. At 16, I left home and my dad paid for me to live at the YWCA. The reason was my grandmother whom we lived with;

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