1967

I was just thinking about 1967.  Fifty years ago.

On our way to church in Columbia, 1967. I am 5, Karen 3, and Beth a newborn.

My mother turned 29 that year. And she gave birth to a third child.  And sold a house.  And moved to a new town.  And buried her father.  All in one year.

You know those questions that measure personal stresses in life?  I bet she was off the charts in 1967.

That is all.

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