As previously stated, mom worked at a place called Globe Union, second shift. It was probably about a mile from our home.
I can’t tell you how she got to work. That is not my memory. I think Mary and I would stay home for the short time between mom leaving for her work and Dad coming home from the post office. So maybe she would walk.
I do remember that on some cold nights, we would take the car to Mom so she could drive home when she got home late. Dad would pack up his two girls and drive to Mom on her lunch break. Then we would walk home. Two girls and dad, bundled up for a walk back home.
I remember a snowball fight, with all three of us running and laughing as we headed back.
I remember many cold walks, with snowbanks all around and two little girls enjoying the brisk night air.
We walked to and from school. We walked to see our friends. We walked to, well to everywhere.
The memory is of a family with only one car. We all cooperated with each other. When we had to walk, we did. When we had to share the car or our time, we did. We made sure that if one of us needed to be somewhere we all worked together to get him or her there. The best thing is that my memories have nothing to do with complaining of having to walk, but relishing the time we had together, whether walking or playing or any of a million other things. We made do.
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