Mom went to secretarial school a few years after she graduated high school. Since she graduated in 1945, school was probably sometime in the late 1940s, or possibly early 1950s.
Even in the 1970s and 1980s she could type 80-90 words a minute.
On a manual typewriter.
I can still "hear" the sound of her typing some committee report or whatever, sitting at the dining room table after supper.
Honestly, it sounded like a machine gun going off.
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Something Old and Something Blue
It was the morning of November 25th, 1995. My wedding day.
I still lived at home, and as I was finishing up getting ready in my bedroom in the late morning, Mom came in and asked me to sit down on my bed with her so she could show me something.
In her hand was a GORGEOUS bracelet, made of silver and tiny blue sapphires. She told me that it was my grandmother Amelia Moger's bracelet, given to her by her soon-to-be husband as a courting gift, circa early 1920s.
Then Mom fastened it on my wrist, and told me that it was her wedding gift to me:
I still lived at home, and as I was finishing up getting ready in my bedroom in the late morning, Mom came in and asked me to sit down on my bed with her so she could show me something.
In her hand was a GORGEOUS bracelet, made of silver and tiny blue sapphires. She told me that it was my grandmother Amelia Moger's bracelet, given to her by her soon-to-be husband as a courting gift, circa early 1920s.
Then Mom fastened it on my wrist, and told me that it was her wedding gift to me:
Something old and something new,
Something borrowed and something blue.
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