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I had an unexpected call from my daughter as I was walking to the door. The call was a couple of hours long. I love my daughter.
She pumped me for information about my parents and their families. And my youth. I ad more to say this time than the last time she asked many years ago. I now remember more.
I have sketchy information about my father's side of the family. I don't have much detail, but I do know something of my mother's Upstate New York roots. My mother left New York and ended up in Monterey, California. I have no idea how that happened. I think it might have had something to do with WWII troop movement and her marriage to my sister's father. Just a guess, mind you.
My dad's family were Grapes of Wrath folks. I don't know any stories, but they lived for a number of years hand-to-mouth following fruit harvests. Some of my uncles got good labor jobs and became skilled labor. My aunts were either housewives (not many of those) or worked as waitresses.
My father was in a military hospital in Monterey when he met my mother. She had a car and Aunt Pat needed a ride to visit her brother. My dad was so taken with my mother that he sneaked out of the hospital and left with them. He went back two days later. Other patients covered for his absence.
We also talked about my relationship with her mother. It was frank. I found out a few things I didn't know and I thought I knew everything. We go through the "I'm polyamorous" part of the conversation without her doing the TMI dance. It was great talking to her. She knows me a bit better now.
She is going to be in Los Vegas for Halloween. Two problems with that. I hate Los Vegas and Crazed Imaginations has two, maybe three shows that weekend. And that bumps Heather into second place. :)
She pumped me for information about my parents and their families. And my youth. I ad more to say this time than the last time she asked many years ago. I now remember more.
I have sketchy information about my father's side of the family. I don't have much detail, but I do know something of my mother's Upstate New York roots. My mother left New York and ended up in Monterey, California. I have no idea how that happened. I think it might have had something to do with WWII troop movement and her marriage to my sister's father. Just a guess, mind you.
My dad's family were Grapes of Wrath folks. I don't know any stories, but they lived for a number of years hand-to-mouth following fruit harvests. Some of my uncles got good labor jobs and became skilled labor. My aunts were either housewives (not many of those) or worked as waitresses.
My father was in a military hospital in Monterey when he met my mother. She had a car and Aunt Pat needed a ride to visit her brother. My dad was so taken with my mother that he sneaked out of the hospital and left with them. He went back two days later. Other patients covered for his absence.
We also talked about my relationship with her mother. It was frank. I found out a few things I didn't know and I thought I knew everything. We go through the "I'm polyamorous" part of the conversation without her doing the TMI dance. It was great talking to her. She knows me a bit better now.
She is going to be in Los Vegas for Halloween. Two problems with that. I hate Los Vegas and Crazed Imaginations has two, maybe three shows that weekend. And that bumps Heather into second place. :)