Friday, June 21, 2013

Soap Opera memories

A few of my friends were talking about our childhood memories of our moms, and it seems most had moms who were glued to soap operas on the radio.     My mom grew up on a farm.   She knew that wasn't the life she wanted, so she went off to college and became a teacher.     By some odd twists of fate, she met my father, a miner, on a trip to Nevada.     They were married soon thereafter and she settled into life in a little mining town.    It's probably then that she learned to enjoy soaps.    

I grew up listening to them with her.    And in my early married life, I too, passed the long days while hubby was off at work listening to my stories while cooking and cleaning and hanging out the clothes.        Here is a quote from a favorite soap.    I just found it online this morning.

"Once again, we present Our Gal Sunday, the story of an orphan girl named Sunday from the little mining town of Silver Creek, Colorado, who in young womanhood married England's richest, most handsome lord, Lord Henry Brinthrope. The story that asks the question: Can this girl from the little mining town in the West find happiness as the wife of a wealthy and titled Englishman?"

It serves to reason I'd expect to one day marry a titled Englishman.   Right?   I was from a little mining town called Silver City.   Close enough?    LOL      Little girls have impressionable minds.       Can this girl from the little mining town in the West find happiness?     Yep.  She can, with or without a wealthy and titled Englishman.