Through Dementia, The Long Good

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Mom was the third child in a family of six that lived in a small town near the coast in Washington State. She had two older sisters and three younger brothers. She was a free spirit; when told that her pants were wet, her respond was, “I don’t care, the wind will blow them dry.” The six kids spent their young years playing on the beach, picking blackberries, and playing in the creek. Mom’s mom died of cancer when mom was thirteen, and mom took on the role of homemaker, as the two older sisters were dating. Then their father drowned in a hunting accident the same year, and the six kids were separated. Two went to live with one relative, two to another and the other two to another relative. When this produced a myriad of problems, mom and her brother, Jack, went to live with their grandmother. Mom was happy there and did well in school. She skipped one grade, graduated at seventeen and married dad that summer. Mom was of English and Polish heritage, five foot four, of average build, with brown hair and blue eyes. Dad was English and western European, six foot two, one hundred-eighty pounds, with broad shoulders, brown hair, and blue eyes. He was the youngest of four boys whose father died when he was four years old. Dad graduated high school, trained as a carpenter, and worked in Alaska in the summers. After they got married, Dad’s brother got the two of them jobs at Boeing. They worked there for six years; mom was a shop clerk and dad constructed planes of wood off a blueprint. During these six years, mom gave birth to my brother and me. Dad’s mom cared for us during the day.
Mom was the third child in a family of six that lived in a small town near the coast in Washington State. She had two older sisters and three younger brothers. She was a free spirit; when told that her pants were wet, her respond was, “I don’t care, the wind will blow them dry.” The six kids spent their young years playing on the beach, picking blackberries, and playing in the creek. Mom’s mom died of cancer when mom was thirteen, and mom took on the role of homemaker, as the two older sisters were dating. Then their father drowned in a hunting accident the same year, and the six kids were separated. Two went to live with one relative, two to another and the other two to another relative. When this produced a myriad of problems, mom and her brother, Jack, went to live with their grandmother. Mom was happy there and did well in school. She skipped one grade, graduated at seventeen and married dad that summer. Mom was of English and Polish heritage, five foot four, of average build, with brown hair and blue eyes. Dad was English and western European, six foot two, one hundred-eighty pounds, with broad shoulders, brown hair, and blue eyes. He was the youngest of four boys whose father died when he was four years old. Dad graduated high school, trained as a carpenter, and worked in Alaska in the summers. After they got married, Dad’s brother got the two of them jobs at Boeing. They worked there for six years; mom was a shop clerk and dad constructed planes of wood off a blueprint. During these six years, mom gave birth to my brother and me. Dad’s mom cared for us during the day.