Who is this Lady?

I claim to be a Texan although I have lived most of my life in Oklahoma.  Born in Fort Worth, Texas; before the technology age, we had no colored TV until I was in high school, and the color was far from HD, and my sister and I were the remote.  No microwaves, no dishwashers, no air conditioning, certainly no computers.  I remember reading in Weekly Reader about microwaves and thinking "NO WAY"!

Anyway it was the 50's and I was one of the Baby Boomers.  My Dad had served in the Air Force and when he returned back to the states he married my Mom and started a construction business and before long I was born followed by my sister, Donna, 13 months later.  One of my Dad's first projects was a little two bedroom house on Amy St. in Fort Worth.  That is the first early memories I have, life in the little house on Amy Street.  I remember watching my Mom using a tredle sewing machine making dresses for my sister and I.  I remember watching clothes go round and round in our front loading washing machine, I think that is all they had in the 50's.  I remember Mother hanging clothes on the line to dry and shaking them out good before bringing them in the house because scorpions loved to catch a ride in.  She also checked the beds when she turned down the sheets at night because an occasional one would make it inside and hide in our beds.  I had been stung once and I was terrified of them and went into hysterics when I saw one.   I will claim drama queen when it come to scorpions.  

Unfortunately scorpions were not the only bad memories I have of my life on Amy Street.  My Dad was an alcoholic and I remember him staggering down our halls singing and laughing... thank goodness he was a happy drunk.  Still the memories are painful because my Mom cried.  When he didn't come home at night I remember seeing her on her knees crying and praying beside her bed, long after I was suppose to be asleep.  Matters got worse when a lady started calling our house asking for my Dad.   It was only a matter of time until I lost my Dad to alcohol, and his new wife and son.  I was almost 5 when he left and  I remember hanging on his leg as he walked out to his car begging him not to leave.  

Okay that was emotionally draining for me ... so let me continue this another day ..... Excuse me as I grab a tissue.  LOL