Crewcuts and Pigtails
by
Book Cover & Preview Text
Life has a way of sizing you up. Here I sit watching clouds drift by with not a clue of what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. But most things have a bright side . You just have to look for it. When I’m blue I like into the albums, or make a call or remember when the kids were small. That always makes me smile. My kids were always in trouble for one thing or another. As long as they didn’t get hurt or hurt each other, I let them play. But everything has limits. I didn’t sit much for years. But they were my little loves and still are. This life was a trip. And for a little dummy like me exciting. At times traumatizing also. I leaned from them and hopefully; they learned from me.
Formats
Book Details
About the Book
This story is about a girl and her family, the growing pains of her children and herself, their fun and tears and laughter and all the love. Life was hard but life was good, and most times funny. These were the best years of my life.
About the Author
Born in a little town in Pennsylvania, Mae Marion was one of six children. She kept herself amused with a wild imagination, and frequent romps singing and dancing through the hills of her family’s various homes. Farm work was hard and long, but Mae and her siblings managed to have a lot of fun. When her parents bought their own farm she met her future husband and was married a couple years later. His father had the ajoining farm. They moved to Erie and got jobs. As the years went by she became the mother of six children. After the first four were born they moved back on the farm. The children had room to grow and play safely. At least she thought so. Since she was familiar with living on a farm the move was less trumatic for all of them . She could teach the children. Aside from being a mother she went back to school to learn accounting and did that for six years. Then became an aide. She loved caring for people. This kept her busy and then the grand children came along. She always heard that to raise kids you had have a lot of love and to walk softly and carry a big stick. But she couldn’t stop laughing long enough to pick one up.