November 12--A Good Education

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves. 
--Henry Ward Beecher

    I've worked through a lot of angst relative to my upbringing and the people I was closest to. I know they loved me and did the best they could. I do not know much at all about any early life experiences that helped to shape them. There is much to appreciate about these flawed (like every one of us) folks, so here goes...

    My mother taught me to sew, crochet and cook, skills that I have used my whole life. She somehow passed on the joy of gardening even though I did not appreciate it at the time. She taught me to clean house and iron, skills I would rather not have! Mom is the one who planted the "travel bug" in me, taking me on trips to France, Italy, Canary Islands and Japan. 

    Dad taught me to swim, still my favorite exercise. He had his own business and passed on a wealth of knowledge about the administration, customer service and grind of it all. He rescued me many hours from home with truck rides to deliver lumber. He taught me about stock market investing. He instilled in me the value of generosity. He put me through college and grad school.

    I am grateful,

        Leta

HOT!!!
My brother's wedding, 1961