Heritage...

I'm back, fans to continue about the lovely, strong woman, that is my mother. Learned she's gaining her strenght slowly, from her quadruple bypass. My sister tells me she fell, the other day because she wants to cook herself. Says she felt dizzy. My sister trys to tell her she needs to take it a step at a time, but how do you keep a "spirited" person, who has always done for herself tied down? When they first came to the US, my father put her in an apartment they had to share with other people. Then, he found her a place, in a bad neighborhood (which they knew nothing about, not knowing the area). Mom had very little space to move around in. One night (Dad worked nights) she saw the shadow of someone outside her door. A friend of the family came over and told my Dad the area wasn't a good place for my mom and two small girls. We moved to Hoboken,across the Hudson, to our own apartment. In those days you had to share a bathroom, which was in the hallway. Our bathtub was in the kitchen, right next to the sink. I liked that you received your morning milk at your door. We lived on the third floor and, in the summer, if you wanted fruits or vegetables, from the vendors, you'd lower a basket & he'd place your order there. Then, you'd raise it & lower the money to him. The whole sidewalks wound be spread clean. Sometimes, the kids, playing wound stay there to get soaked. The ladies, in the neighborhood would watch out for all the young children. The first school I went to, frst grade was cross the side street of where we lived, #9. My very first teacher was Miss Brown. I couldn't be put in kinder because I was too old, seven. The truant officer came to ask my mother why I wasn't yet in school. She just felt I was still small. I went up to third grade there. Well, I'll leave off here. More to come.