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    A Life Remembered
    A Life Remembered
    A Life Remembered
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    A Life Remembered

    By Gloria M. Madden

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    During my youth, I had the loving guidance of my whole family, especially my mother. My children married and were blessed with their children and my great-grandchildren. One of my hobbies was crocheting Afghans for my family.

    After my career years, my loving husband and I retired to Florida, where I became involved with the Senior Citizen'

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWest Point Print and Media LLC
    Release dateMar 21, 2022
    ISBN9781957582399
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      A Life Remembered - Gloria M. Madden

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      ISBN 978-1-957582-38-2 (paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-957582-39-9 (eBook)

      Copyright © 2022 by Gloria M. Madden

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher.

      Printed in the United States of America

      Dedicated

      to my

      Mother and Father

      Contents

      WISHES COME TRUE

      OUR HOMESTEAD

      YOUTHFUL DAYS

      CAREER YEARS

      LEISURE TIME

      DECISION DAY

      FAMILY REUNION

      TRAVEL JOY and SORROW

      RETURNING HOME

      1

      WISHES COME TRUE

      I awoke at seven a.m. on a Monday morning to my radio alarm clock. Turning over on my other side, tucking the blanket around me and grudgingly opening my eyes, there begins to appear a lovely delicate light in hues of yellow and orange streaming thru the curtained window across the bedroom. The sunshine filtered by the large shade tree outside my window and by the nylon curtains blowing softly from the early morning breeze. The bedroom window is left open every night from June thru October to enable me the enjoyment of clear, clean air flowing around the room. The smell of early morning blossoms from the flowerbeds along the walkways lingers in the breeze. Beginning at the front sidewalk, the flowerbeds circle around to the back door, then wind in a semi-circle following the driveway to our two-car garage, they form a maze, a pattern of bright colors edged in green leaves.

      As I allow myself a period of luxury, relaxing before starting another busy day at the office, semi-consciousness takes over, I find myself drifting back in time–back to my childhood. Back to the era when my parents purchased our home.

      Mother and Father had been looking for a house that would both suit their pocketbook and their ideas on what a sensible – well-built home should have.

      Father was hoping to find one that had a large cellar that he could turn into a hobby shop and of course a good size garage to keep our station wagon and garden tools in, and, of course a large wrap-around porch for those hot summer nights. Mother was hoping to find a house with enough bedrooms in case Aunt Sophie came for a visit.

      Father said it would have to be built well–not that all homes weren’t well built–but that my family believed in the basic needs of life and very little luxuries. My family was not poor but they were not well to do neither. I guess we were considered middle class.

      Father worked for the railroad as a conductor. I was always so proud to see him in that dark blue uniform with the high round cap on his head. Every morning Mother packed both of us a good lunch, never forgetting to include a piece of cake or candy as a sweet treat. He would have breakfast with us, give Mother and me a hug and kiss, pick up his lunch pail from the table, put on his cap and tell Mother he would be home by six p.m. Then he would turn to me and say, have a good day at school–mind your manners–and do your chores when you get home.

      Mother was the typical homemaker. She loved cleaning and sprucing up the house. She always had fresh curtains on the windows that she cleaned every week with Ammonia and old newspapers. There was always something baking in the oven that sent aromas all thru the house and out the open kitchen window into the yard.

      I drifted back to the day my parents had purchased the homestead. The three of us had risen early on a Saturday morning. Mother always made hot biscuits that we devoured with one of her homemade preserves, and a good hot cup of chocolate on Saturdays. After breakfast, I helped with the dishes and made my bed. Father went out to the garage to check the oil and water in the car. Mother and I locked the doors on our way out and waited while Father backed the old station wagon out of the garage and down to the curb.

      My family had always rented a big rambling house. One with bedrooms upstairs, with large windows. Now it was going to be our turn to own our home. My parents had spoken on the subject of how to find their house and had decided just to ride around different areas of town going up and down streets that they thought were attractively kept, with trees, gardens and neatly mowed lawns. Hoping they might see a FOR SALE sign in the area.

      We must have been cruising the area for hours when Mother saw a sign on a front lawn. Father eased the car over to the curb and turned off the engine. It was a lovely neighborhood. All the housed were well taken care of–there were no messy properties–the lawns were all cut and side areas trimmed. The entire street was lined on both sides and lovely large trees, with big leaves, giving lots of shade from the hot sun.

      Father suggested that Mother and I wait in the car until he inquired about the house. He walked up the sidewalk, up the front steps and knocked on the door. We watched from the car as Father spoke to the man of the house, then he motioned for us to join him. After we were properly introduced, I pleaded with Mother that I could wait outside while the grownups talked.

      First of all, I walked around the large open porch that continued from the front of the house and went around the side of the house. There were steps there too. So I jumped down them one at a time, all six of them. I went back to the front, up the steps and tiptoed along the porch which led to the other

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