Chapter 3-Proud of my Blood !

When the leader of the "others" yelled out, "Blood Will Tell"; I did go home that afternoon and asked my Mom what that meant. She was cool and explained that it was really not meant in a nice way! But, she also said that I should get over it and not let that kind of a comment get to me. My Mom often reminded me that girls are jealous, little things and that is the reason why this group was so nasty! So, I often heard my Mom say, "they are just jealous of you"!


I never agreed that the group of "others" were jealous of me; but, I never told my Mom that I disagreed with her philosophy. I have always been very proud of my parents and brothers. My Dad had a fabulous work ethic and he was a super athlete. My brothers and I were very fortunate to have him as a role model. My Mom was pretty, tiny (petite) and a devil! She loved to joke and have a good time. She cooked up a storm for company all of the time. Our house was the place where all the kids would pile in after school and on week-ends to play games (poker), ping pong, basketball and baseball in the alley. We had a blast when we were kids. Good innocent fun...how could I not be proud of my blood.

After graduating from High School, I went on to College. I was engaged and married a year later to my High School sweetheart. That is what we did those many years ago...married young! All of our friends loved to play cards. We would have monthly poker games with couples and then I would play poker in a steady game with my friends every other week. The stakes were 5 and 10. No, not 5 and 10 dollars; but, .05 and .10 cents. We were big spenders!

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