Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Adventures in a Perambulator
Mom (Odrae) was adamant. Every day, come rain, sleet, snow, or tornado, I went out for a walk. My mother was a very nice woman, and I was rather fond of her as she, I suspect, was rather fond of me. I have said, and am as sure of it as I have ever been of anything, that to my mother and father, I was not only their son, but their sun.
This split-second of time was snatched from 1934 and preserved specifically so that I might share it with you. I of course had no idea of what was going on at the time. Far too often, I still don't.