In a day when it was not the norm, I was an only child with a single parent. World War II was raging, and my mother was working for the railroad on the extra board. It meant that she worked the vacations and sick leaves for other clerk/telegraphers in various stations. She was moved frequently, living in boarding houses out of a suitcase.
Because it was not a fit life for a child, she left me with her parents in a stable home in a rural Kansas community. My grandfather and our family doctor were the male role models in my life, but my grandmother was the penultimate lady. Real, human, with faults and foibles, yet she instilled many virtues and principals into my life.
I hope always to be a positive reflection of her values.