My mom was born in 1939 and is the older of two children. Her dad was in the military and got to participate in and survive WWII and the Korean War. The stories he would tell me were amazing. Partly due to his adventures, mostly due to his amazing ability to tell a six-year-old little girl war stories and hold her attention 100%. Her mom was a force to be reckoned with, there was nothing she couldn’t do, nothing she wouldn’t say. She could play piano by ear and loved nothing more than to be president of any club she was a member of.
Mom was a cute baby and a beautiful child. She loved to dance, loved dressing in the latest fashions, and loved being social. Engagement parties, wedding showers, baby showers, birthday parties, cocktail parties…you name it and Patty was down. She also theme-dressed; still does. Baby shower? Wearing pink or blue, thank you very much. Dinner out at a Mexican restaurant? A peasant top, flowy skirt, and brightly colored bangles is the only way to go.
Mom at about 6 months with her parents in Detroit