My mother had her own singing radio program when she was seven. Churches fought over her lol. Then later she toured with bands, did some recordings and some commercials. The family loved the clippings sent from out west...California and the Southwest were her stomping ground. She had three sisters, two of whom were really the hellions, and they later joined her in California where the pictures turn into beach shots and the Brown Derby. They had a blast, so much so that two of them never left California. They married and raised their children there, and I am sorry to say that my lovely aunt Christine has been gone for some time. But they even behaved in California. Who does that lol? These were all very good girls since my maternal grandfather was Greek, and was known to bring cudgels out onto the front porch if boys were lingering too long or let the rain dry on their bicycle while talking to "the girls."
All the photos and p.r. and her records (never transferred) and such are back at my Mom's house. I haven't looked through them in years and was sad to see I didn't have any shots of her "doing her thing" in my albums, so I asked my one aunt and she sent me this photo. She apologized for the thumbtack holes and the wear...this had been tacked up on one of my aunt's walls years ago. You know. Big sister little sister stuff.
She could have pursued her career but she had met my dad and he was pining for her, and he called when she was on other side of the country and she heeded the call and that was that. Fast forward to me and my messed up brothers lol. Why do women stop doing what they love just because they are married and have kids. Okay, that's a dumb question. Kids are exhausting. I know, I know.
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