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Just things I wonder about ... and some people are nice enough to answer. You are welcome to answer, too ... just click on "Comments" and off you go! IF you don't want to be Anonymous, use the Name/URL option and just put in your name ... no URL required .... Starting Jan 28th, 2009, I am using questions from "Table Topics: Right or Wrong?"
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Interesting question for me. I'm 38. My Mom was 43 when I was born and my Daddy was 58, so I guess I'll never know how they were at my age!
My Daddy was always a character, very funny, and didn't take life too seriously, but he was very grounded and knew what it meant to be an adult and a father. It's always been my goal to be just like him. I hope I'm half the person he was.
I can't say that I know. I am 48. My Mom was 42 when I was born. My Dad was 47. I can't remember anything worth telling.
Okay, my parents have always been mature...more mature than I will ever be. I'm one of those people who grow older...but not up!
My dad was 26 and my mom 23 when I was born. I was a "leave" accident. PEF and Rant Master will get that one. By the time my mom was 52, she was ready for retirement. She had been a practicing nurse for 20 years. My dad had retired from the US Air Force and the American Red Cross and owned a small chain of liquor stores (are y'all seeing a pattern here?). All their children were married and one had children. I'm nowhere near that point. They owned 2 houses with no mortgages! Whew.
I think they've always been more mature. My dad was born in the depths of the Great Depression and struggled most of his life. My mom's parents divorced when she was 2. As a result, she lived in abject poverty. Those factors make one grow up fast and finally.
Please post for me:
Mom was 28, Dad was 32 when I was adopted. So that would have made them 42 in 1979 (I as 14) and 1974 (an 9) respectively.
Mom - was a stay at home Mom, sweet, quiet, and one wonderful mother. It was the year before breast cancer wrecked havoc in our lives.
Dad - Typical VERY STRONG type A personality. Workaholic, my memories of my father are 'anger' and 'temper tantrums'......Amazing jack of all trades, but not too much fun to be around when he is one of his moods. And very closed.....opinionated....biased.....
And yes, I do remember those years. I feel OLD, so I guess they did not seem older and mature to where I am now. I do think they were more financially secure than I am now. They didn't have all the debt that we carry now. They lived within their means......Which on a mechanics salary, we did quite well. I think that I am more open minded and accepting than either of them were then or are now. But yet, I am my mothers daughter (ask PEF) and my fathers daughter in many ways.
Patr
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