Month: September 1994

Sept. 26, 1994 our newest driver was ready to take his road test. As we drove up to the Municipal Auditorium, a long line of parents and teenagers greeted us. “Let’s come back tomorrow,” the testee mumbled. I started to agree when I happened to overhear another mother talking. “We’ve been here four times to…

Sept. 19, 1994 “You never have a dull moment at your house, do you?” someone asked me after reading about our truck party. Well, no. When things start to get dull, we make some excitement. Like the time we watched the ice maker dump the ice. It was our first automatic ice-maker. For days we…

Sept. 12, 1994 We had a party at house, I asked the guests, paid for the entertainment but was not included in the fun. Wasn’t my type of party anyway. Just a bunch of men in trucks. We don’t own a truck,. My husband prefers little sports cars. That morning, his sports car was ailing…

Sept. 5, 1994 I was making a phone call when my daughter urgently beckoned me, “Mom, come quick.” I dropped the phone, turned quickly and started towards the door when something snapped in my leg. I gasped at the pain, winced and hobbled the rest of the way to the door. By the time I…