I have been working on an article for a local newspaper .In the article, I mention my Mother. This , of course, led to more memories, none of which had any relationship to what I was attempting to write . My Mother romanticized her life in Russia. She
told me that she was asked to be in the Russian Ballet. I can't believe that. Then she told stories of how they had food to share when others didn't. That I can believe. I suppose that when life is hard,you need stories to make life easier. She and my Father
were opposites . Some marriages work because the spouses compliment each other by their difference. I don't think that was true in their marriage. My Father idolized my Mother. I think that she was indifferent. That was too bad. Poor lady. Nothing made her
happy. Moral of this tale. Be happy.