If only my beautiful Mother had been born 50 years later. I think she would have been so much happier. Women of her generation were expected to marry, have children, and stay married. She was brilliant at University graduating Phi Beta Kappa. Her father, a well known minister in Denver, forbade her to marry the love of her life and instead she married my father. I don't think she regretted marrying my Dad but neither do I think she was ever truly in love with him. But, he was her best friend and a good partner in the life they made together. She was a voracious reader, could play the piano but had the worst singing voice ever, could sew like a Parisian couture designer and loved clothes- she was always beautifully turned out. She spoke three languages-English, French and Spanish. And she was the most disciplined person I've ever known. As a young woman she disliked her speaking voice and so modulated it to be lower- and spoke that way the rest of her life. She was always slender and when she was 80 bemoaned that her stomach wasn't flat anymore. She believed fat people lacked willpower and while I know she loved me she always believed I was a little less than. I miss her.
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