My father was the love of my life, and he truly made me feel that away. If it were up to him he would have had five girls. Being the oldest girl, I was expected to be more responsible when it came to helping around the house. I’ll never forget when my father bought me my first sewing machine. As soon as it came, Laura Elizabeth Skura also was born. When my father saw her he said, “It’s a girl!!! And she is so beautiful!” And now of course being the oldest girl, my new job was to take care of the baby at night while my mother worked and my father had to rest for work the next day.
When my father died in July of 1970, I have to say that the vacations were most missed! If it was the Cape in Massachusetts, or on the lake in Vermont, or Port Henry, New York with the Morrell’s, it did not matter.
When I couldn’t sleep at night, I would go to the top of the stairs near the opening to the living room. My father would take notice and ask if I wanted to join him. I always said yes and usually would wind up watching Lawrence Welk, Mitch Miller, or The Honeymooners. What my father didn’t know was that later on if I still couldn’t sleep, I would sneak into bed with him and fall asleep against his warm body which made me feel safe.
I also remember playing waitress with Cathy when Wanda would visit on weekends in the sixties and maybe getting a tip or two if the ashtrays were clean. She would come over every week or so for a few beers, in special glasses of course, and fancy snacks such as shrimp cocktail, cheese and crackers, and nuts. My other memories are not as nice. My father would take us every week after Mass to visit Wanda at home in her bedroom. We would line up outside her door and go in one at a time and visit for a few moments.
When my father died in July of 1970, I have to say that the vacations were most missed! If it was the Cape in Massachusetts, or on the lake in Vermont, or Port Henry, New York with the Morrell’s, it did not matter.
When I couldn’t sleep at night, I would go to the top of the stairs near the opening to the living room. My father would take notice and ask if I wanted to join him. I always said yes and usually would wind up watching Lawrence Welk, Mitch Miller, or The Honeymooners. What my father didn’t know was that later on if I still couldn’t sleep, I would sneak into bed with him and fall asleep against his warm body which made me feel safe.
I also remember playing waitress with Cathy when Wanda would visit on weekends in the sixties and maybe getting a tip or two if the ashtrays were clean. She would come over every week or so for a few beers, in special glasses of course, and fancy snacks such as shrimp cocktail, cheese and crackers, and nuts. My other memories are not as nice. My father would take us every week after Mass to visit Wanda at home in her bedroom. We would line up outside her door and go in one at a time and visit for a few moments.
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