Six Generations of First Born Women for Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Exercise was something no one in my family ever did. Dad was always at work (or so we thought). My mother thought ironing the sheets was strenuous enough. She thought listening to the Brooklyn Dodgers games on the radio in the summer was sport. My little brother was slightly overweight and very shy.... Sign in to see full entry.

My mother kept a ceramic box filled with cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room. They were for guests. Every table had an ash tray. Ash trays were popular Christmas gifts that we kids would make in elementary school art classes. It was the 1950's. My dad smoked cigars then. Big, fat... Sign in to see full entry.