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Various memories of my parents that I will add to over time We called our mother "Mama" or sometimes "Ma." We called our father "Daddy" or sometimes "Dad." From one of my sisters (Arline): I am compelled also [to write something]. I remember living at one Lasalle Ave. [in Lawrence, MA]. Living there at first were Mama, Dad, Jacqui (Jackie at the time), myself and Irene. Richard came later. I remember Jackie and I shared a room with bunk beds, she on top, me on bottom. Jackie, of course, started school before I did so I spent many days alone with Mama while dad worked. I remember Mama used to bake and I would take a nap in the afternoon. When I got up from my nap, sometimes Mama would have saved some brown sugar from her baking for me in the top (cardboard at the time) of the crisco container as a treat. I appreciated that so so much. it made me feel special. (now i am tearing). Then I remember a hot summer day probably in 1943 or 1944 when Mama was sewing something at her sewing machine, which was located in the "front", kind of a sun room facing our street which was a short narrow dead end street. Kids in the neighborhood were out playing and I remember Jackie had a kind of a halter top on. I remember going in for a drink and saying I was hot. And Mama said, well of course you would like a halter top in this heat also. So she stopped what she was doing and made me a bolero type halter which I wore for the rest of the day and loved it. While we were living there, one Christmas, I desperately wanted a music box which when it was opened had a dancing balerina inside. I wanted it so so bad that I knew I would get it. Of course I didn't get it but thats ok. I remember Dad making ketchup behind the kitchen stove, raising little chicks in the same place. And most specially, I remember I never felt as safe as I did when, at night, I would hear the garage door open and Dad would drive his car in and then close the door. The garage door had a very unique sound. When I heard it close, I knew all was well.
From one of my sisters (Irene):
From me:
Somebody.... family members that is, please write up some brief memories and send them to me about our parents / grandparents / great-grandparents, etc. Then I will put them here. If they end up long I will make them into stories.
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