Post #10

Here's Mom sitting in the brown swivel rocker we had in the living room, all done up in curlers, probably talking to Bertille or Kay or Jeanette, or one of her other friends.  She's using the state-of-the-art Doodle phone that was on the wall with a cord that was long enough to tangle up King Kong.
Mom's wearing what I think must've been her favorite blue bath robe.  This is before 136 had a picture window, and these windows here had to have storm windows attached in the wintertime.  They were of the old slide-up variety to open them.  I'd put this picture very handy to 1980.
Good old loyal Mitzi is right there watching over her, perhaps posing for the picture.  Look at those ears!
This is just a few years after Dad had passed, and Mom's still wearing her ring.  She had many troubles with Dad, but Mom was a strong, loyal wife, mother, and housekeeper.  There was no one stronger than she was.  She did survive me growing up, after all.  Think of it: Dad died, then her son was cracked in between the eyes with a speeding baseball, next year got hit by a car, then not long after hit by a car, then hit by a car again, all in the span of within four or five years. Not long after, she had to deal with me dealing with a bleeding ulcer and failing three grades, among so many other things. Dad gave mom a tough time; I feel like I picked up where he left off.
And those curtains!