Tuesday, December 07, 2010
December 7th was a big day in my life...
Not only did we get invited to enter World War II, it is the birthday of the woman who made me what I am today. E.I. rather spoiled and extremely self indulgent.
No one knows for sure how old she actually was. She lied about her age so often that she even forgot the actual date. My best estimate is that she was born about 1907.
That's counting backward from the birth date of her first child, which was 1923, and we think she was 16 years old at the time of the birth. She became a grandmother at the age of 35 and died at the age of 89.
Married twice and had three children. Two that we know of by the first husband and the third by a lover. At least that's the way it looks from the picture of the Bethlehem Lutheran Church Men's bowling league.
She raised me until I was almost 4 years old and lavished large amounts of attention on "Little Lenny".
She was, for a brief period, a "bag lady" for the neighborhood numbers operation in Detroit Michigan and taught me how to cuss. She made a great apple pie and oyster stew.
She was good to me and I'm here to tell you that being spoiled early in life has serious long term implications.