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I wrote a letter.
“Dear God, I thank you for a mother with a vision of fun, travel, and relaxation. Yes, my childhood was delightful. Mom would play board games with me, particularly Bingo. My mother enjoyed going to the ice follies. I remember seeing Peggy Fleming as she expertly skated to a Beatles tune, ‘Hey Jude.’
Mom would buy the best seats for the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey circus. I remember collecting pictorial souvenir books from these events. Mom enjoyed going to the movies, [especially at] the Nixon Theater in Philly, [where] we saw every popular movie shown.
Mom supported my activities wholeheartedly, for example, rollerskating, piano, and guitar.
I thank you God for a mother that took me to New York about once a month and in 1960-something, she took me to the World’s Fair. We enjoyed Atlantic City, Broadway plays, aquariums, Disney World, local theaters, Canada (Niagara Falls specifically) et cetera. So to God be the glory for an adventurous Mom who was patient, loving, and fun.”
That’s my story.