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Oh holy CRAP! Ah... crud. Oh, dear me.


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As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Superior

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Bit of back story. My mom met my dad in the Navy in WW II and she was 15 years older than he was. They were both registered pharmacists and she had to balance work, doing all the store's accounts and ordering, raising two kids, running the house, etc. My mom had me when she was 44. I'm the oldest living and have a sister 3+ years younger. I was born in 1951 and graduated high school in 1970. My mom's mom [my grandmother] was born sometime in the late 1800's, thereby making my mom a depression era kid. I can can a whole chicken, make any jam/jelly/conserve you can name, bake breads and cakes from scratch, make lye soap, sew my own wedding gown, weave or braid a rag rug, milk a cow, etc.

Is it any wonder the test came out this way?

BTW - no, I don't really act this way in today's day and age, but it *was* how I was raised. Talk about generation head-on crash.
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I remember.

I remember sitting on a friend's livingroom couch eating oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins which a bunch of other SF friends.

I remember we *all* held our breath until we heard those first words and then I'll always be amazed we didn't blow the windows out of the house with the sound of cheering.

I remember the science fiction that had become a major part of my teenage life merging with science fact that July morning.

I remember the day the entire planet united as one people with one voice: one fear, one concern and one common goal.

I remember the day the world changed.

I remember.

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