Ah, the blissful years of youth. My parents are married happily at this point. My mother works from home babysitting kids during the day. I am starting real school now. I am in Kindergarten. Socializing with other strange new people. Exploring the world in ever bigger loops on my bike.
During these years, I spent a lot of time with my cousin Kyle. He is the cousin who was born ten days earlier than me. Our parents would take turns watching the kids. Since we were basically the same age, we had a lot of things in common. But we went to different schools. So we did not see each other until weekends. But on those weekends we really had some fun. I will dedicate this weeks blog the three activities we did most often...
Totem Bowl
We were registered into a junior league bowling. I mean, really junior. Basically, the moms would drop off the kids at the bowling alley and then the kids were grouped up into teams of three or four. We would then spend the next three hours "bowling". Not that any of us were any good at it. But, they did play music and it was fun to see the pins go down and get reset. And I guess I did learn the basics of the game. This was before automatic scoring machines. So, someone else probably had to keep score. If anyone was keeping score at all.
Plaza Theaters
When I was five or so, our little Marshalltown Mall opened up. It was a nice venue with three anchor stores and a handful of other retailers. It was exciting and made Marshalltown feel more like a big city...like Des Moines. Well, in this mall was a new movie theater. It had two screens! TWO! The old Orpheum theater only had one...now our town supported three indoor movie screens and even a drive-in theater in the summer months! We were movin' on up! Well, on weekends this theater would show kids movies or movie marathons for kids. Again, mom would drop us off and give us a few dollars for candy and leave us there for the next few hours. It was great fun to see so many movies. I grew a real appreciation for the Disney live action films of the day. This was before the days of the VCR, so the only real way to see movies was to go to the theater.
Skatetown USA
The third location where our mothers would drop us off for hours at a time was Skatetown! This place was the best! Rollerskating was at an all time high in popularity. The place had a great concessions stand. And it was probably my first exposure to a disk jockey. The DJ booth was right on the corner of the skate rink and you could go up and actually make requests! We would get dropped off there around noon and picked up again at 5pm. Usually all of that skating left us hungry and tired. But, ready to do it all over again the next week!
Those past times were good times for sure. A great way to hang out with your cousin and get away from two younger brothers. I think there was some kind of a discount card that our parents bought which allowed us to go to these places more often. I remember taking that card out and getting it punched off each time we went to any of these three places. And then when the card was done....so were we.
Times have changed. Now Totem Bowl is still much the same....although it seems run down by comparison. The Plaza Theaters moved to a different part of the mall and now feature eight screens! And Skatetown closed a few years ago and was not replaced by anything. No more skating indoors in Marshalltown. Awe...
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Year Six - 1972
In this year I attend pre-school. This is a hot button issue right now in Iowa. The new (old) Governor wants to eliminate all funding for pre-school programs. With most parents working these days, I think a program that starts kids off with social and educational programming early is an excellent way to support our children and families. I hope something is done to preserve the pre-school programs. It would be a shame if they were eliminated.
Well, my pre-school was a private one held in a home. The Wantese (sp) Preschool. It was run by a nice older lady. The house always smelled like paste. The kind of homemade paste you make with flour and water. A little musty. There were about twenty kids that attended preschool there. We would play games. We would do arts and crafts. And each day after we had a snack, we would lay on our mats to take a nap. Usually for a half hour. I don't think anyone really ever fell asleep. We would just lay there and listen to the farm report playing on the transistor radio. "Corn is up 1.5 cents today, wheat is up 2 cents today, hogs are trading at $37 a head." I think I may have drifted off a few times I guess...
Also, this was the year that I started taking swimming lessons. See, my mother did not know how to swim. She probably still does not know how to swim. And she made a declaration that her kids were all going to learn how to swim. Well, after being attacked by a nest of sandflies on the beach when I was two and living with a woman who was afraid of the water herself....I was deathly afraid of the water. I would cry and kick and scream if anyone tried to take me into a pool. So, making me go to swimming lessons was not something I looked forward to doing. I was stressed and upset just pulling up to the building where they were held. I would sit on the edge of the pool and not move. The instructor was a local middle school gym teacher whom my mother had (and did not like) when she attended school. Her name was Mrs. Hasenwinkel. She was a beast. She was a tall woman. She had pasty white skin and a big curly afro hair style. She just seemed mean. She did not appreciate that I was afraid of the water. She would drag me into the pool and take me to the deep end. There she would hold me about six feet from the side of the pool and tell me if I wanted to get out, I would have to swim there. Well, she would let go of me....I would start kicking and flailing about....and I would sink to the bottom of the pool. At some point I don't think I even tried to make it to the edge anymore. I did not want this method to work out for her.
Many lessons later, I just eventually began to swim. I know it was independent of Mrs. Hasenwinkel's instruction. And I know she was there to see it. At this stage, she just seemed to tolerate me and did not insist on "teaching" me anything anymore. I felt vindicated somehow. I had learned how to swim and also not given in to her methods. I was really developing my rebellious nature already.
Soon, I was hearing that I would be ready to play sports......oh no!
Well, my pre-school was a private one held in a home. The Wantese (sp) Preschool. It was run by a nice older lady. The house always smelled like paste. The kind of homemade paste you make with flour and water. A little musty. There were about twenty kids that attended preschool there. We would play games. We would do arts and crafts. And each day after we had a snack, we would lay on our mats to take a nap. Usually for a half hour. I don't think anyone really ever fell asleep. We would just lay there and listen to the farm report playing on the transistor radio. "Corn is up 1.5 cents today, wheat is up 2 cents today, hogs are trading at $37 a head." I think I may have drifted off a few times I guess...
Also, this was the year that I started taking swimming lessons. See, my mother did not know how to swim. She probably still does not know how to swim. And she made a declaration that her kids were all going to learn how to swim. Well, after being attacked by a nest of sandflies on the beach when I was two and living with a woman who was afraid of the water herself....I was deathly afraid of the water. I would cry and kick and scream if anyone tried to take me into a pool. So, making me go to swimming lessons was not something I looked forward to doing. I was stressed and upset just pulling up to the building where they were held. I would sit on the edge of the pool and not move. The instructor was a local middle school gym teacher whom my mother had (and did not like) when she attended school. Her name was Mrs. Hasenwinkel. She was a beast. She was a tall woman. She had pasty white skin and a big curly afro hair style. She just seemed mean. She did not appreciate that I was afraid of the water. She would drag me into the pool and take me to the deep end. There she would hold me about six feet from the side of the pool and tell me if I wanted to get out, I would have to swim there. Well, she would let go of me....I would start kicking and flailing about....and I would sink to the bottom of the pool. At some point I don't think I even tried to make it to the edge anymore. I did not want this method to work out for her.
Many lessons later, I just eventually began to swim. I know it was independent of Mrs. Hasenwinkel's instruction. And I know she was there to see it. At this stage, she just seemed to tolerate me and did not insist on "teaching" me anything anymore. I felt vindicated somehow. I had learned how to swim and also not given in to her methods. I was really developing my rebellious nature already.
Soon, I was hearing that I would be ready to play sports......oh no!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Year Five - 1971
Ok, the year now is 1971. I am turn five years old this year. I have two younger brothers and we have just moved into a new house. In a new neighborhood. We live on a street that has many modest sized homes and most of the families have children in my age range.
Of the peers I have on this block, there are a few become people I still know to this day. Tracy Liter was a pretty little girl my age who lives two doors down to the left of my house. She has an older sister and a younger brother. Her parents became friends with my parents. I spent a lot of time hanging out at her house. We got into so much trouble. I think we had the bad reputations in the neighborhood. Always getting into things...
One such time was when we got some of those wonderful stick matches. The ones that smell so funny when you strike them on the box. Both of our houses had large backyards that ended by a large field. In the spring, before the green grass had come back, we went far out into that field and used the matches to light some paper on fire. Of course, we were standing in knee deep brown dried up dead grass at the time. And of course the grass caught on fire. And it started going up quickly. Well, we just stood back and watched the flames and smoke as it spread. And then someone came up from behind and yelled at us to go home. So we took off running while he stomped out the fire with a big board. It was exciting and scary. And then when I got home, I just went to my room and waited. I knew what was coming. As soon as my father got home, he came into my room with a flyswatter. The kind with the rubbery flap attached to a wire loop handle. Well, he turned that handle around and whipped me good on my bare bottom. OUCH!
This year was also really the first year I became aware of popular music. I fell in love with my first 45 record which I played in an endless loop. The song was called "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies. I had no idea that they were not a real band. I was not even aware of the cartoon or comic books of The Archies. All I knew is that I loved the music. The opening chords. The loopy silly chorus. And the repetitive nature of the whole production.....I played that song all the time....I learned every word. Every note. And I sang it when ever I could! I count this as the first record that I owned. Even though I did have a nice collection of Disney listen along books and records that I played on my little red record player that had the needle and arm in the hood of the case. You would put the record on....close the lid....and then the record would play. This also is some of the first technology that I ever owned. I love technology!
These are the easy years. Not much drama for right now. Just growing up and having fun....
Of the peers I have on this block, there are a few become people I still know to this day. Tracy Liter was a pretty little girl my age who lives two doors down to the left of my house. She has an older sister and a younger brother. Her parents became friends with my parents. I spent a lot of time hanging out at her house. We got into so much trouble. I think we had the bad reputations in the neighborhood. Always getting into things...
One such time was when we got some of those wonderful stick matches. The ones that smell so funny when you strike them on the box. Both of our houses had large backyards that ended by a large field. In the spring, before the green grass had come back, we went far out into that field and used the matches to light some paper on fire. Of course, we were standing in knee deep brown dried up dead grass at the time. And of course the grass caught on fire. And it started going up quickly. Well, we just stood back and watched the flames and smoke as it spread. And then someone came up from behind and yelled at us to go home. So we took off running while he stomped out the fire with a big board. It was exciting and scary. And then when I got home, I just went to my room and waited. I knew what was coming. As soon as my father got home, he came into my room with a flyswatter. The kind with the rubbery flap attached to a wire loop handle. Well, he turned that handle around and whipped me good on my bare bottom. OUCH!
This year was also really the first year I became aware of popular music. I fell in love with my first 45 record which I played in an endless loop. The song was called "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies. I had no idea that they were not a real band. I was not even aware of the cartoon or comic books of The Archies. All I knew is that I loved the music. The opening chords. The loopy silly chorus. And the repetitive nature of the whole production.....I played that song all the time....I learned every word. Every note. And I sang it when ever I could! I count this as the first record that I owned. Even though I did have a nice collection of Disney listen along books and records that I played on my little red record player that had the needle and arm in the hood of the case. You would put the record on....close the lid....and then the record would play. This also is some of the first technology that I ever owned. I love technology!
These are the easy years. Not much drama for right now. Just growing up and having fun....
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Year Four - 1970
We left off with me, my mother and new baby brother back in Marshalltown, IA. I mentioned that my newly adopted dad was home for the holidays. That fact was reinforced by the news shortly into the year that my mother was pregnant again. My brother Jason had just been born in October and by December my mother was set to have another child. Seems like a short window, but these crazy kids were in love. That and my dad was away in the Navy most of the time in the previous year.
With my father away and two kids at home, my mother was not rushing back into the workplace. We were living in a single wide trailer in a small trailer park placed right next to a creek. At age three, I loved going down to the creek (really just about 20 feet from our home) and I would marvel at the little minnows and crawdads in the water. The creek never got very deep, so you could wade into the water. It was located at the bottom of a ravine that was about a three foot drop from the bank of the stream. The ravine was probably the more dangerous of the elements of this natural playground. Falling from there onto the rocks in the stream was the easiest way to hurt yourself. There were many trees that lined the creek. Trees to climb and build forts in.... Of course, I was strictly forbade to play in or around that stream. That never seemed to stop me.
To make extra money, my mother took in other children to care for during the day. She would babysit these kids and take care of my brother and I. Sometime in this year I learned how to lock the front door to the trailer. I thought that was the funniest thing. Locking my mother out of the house. She would pound and yell. I would laugh and laugh.
One time, my mother had gone to the wash house to do laundry. While she was gone I got out the Flintstone's chewable vitamins. I poured them all out on a paper plate then me and the other kids my mother was watching proceeded to eat all of our favorites! I liked the car. Well, you can imagine what happened when my mother came back to the trailer....she was mortified and rushed us all to the emergency room. We had to have our stomachs pumped. I guess the vitamins had iron in them as well and too much iron is a bad thing for kids.
In the midst of this year, my father returned home full time. With a third child on the way....we were quickly outgrowing the single wide trailer. So, we arranged to move into a house. A house located just on the other side of the creek!
A few other things that happened this year. I had a teenage babysitter who showed me her Barbie collection. I was amazed and instantly hooked. When ever she babysat for me I asked her about her Barbies. The clothes and everything were fascinating to me. I then found that my grandparents also had a lot of Barbie toys as well. I was told that these things were not for boys....but that never stopped me from wanting to play with them. I loved all the little clothes and shoes! But, I always had to leave the Barbies at grandma's house at the end of the day.
Also, I am told I got up in the middle of the night and placed a can of soup in the oven and turned it on. The trailer was filled with smoke from the burnt label on the can and everyone was really freaked out that I would turn on the stove. No one was hurt and I guess I just was hungry for some soup.
My youngest brother, Joseph Donald Frohwein, was born on August 5, 1970. And by the end of the year we were moved to a new home. A real home. One with three bedrooms and a basement! This is the first address I ever remember having as well. 1208 Fairmeadows Road. This is where the next few year of my life would take place....
With my father away and two kids at home, my mother was not rushing back into the workplace. We were living in a single wide trailer in a small trailer park placed right next to a creek. At age three, I loved going down to the creek (really just about 20 feet from our home) and I would marvel at the little minnows and crawdads in the water. The creek never got very deep, so you could wade into the water. It was located at the bottom of a ravine that was about a three foot drop from the bank of the stream. The ravine was probably the more dangerous of the elements of this natural playground. Falling from there onto the rocks in the stream was the easiest way to hurt yourself. There were many trees that lined the creek. Trees to climb and build forts in.... Of course, I was strictly forbade to play in or around that stream. That never seemed to stop me.
To make extra money, my mother took in other children to care for during the day. She would babysit these kids and take care of my brother and I. Sometime in this year I learned how to lock the front door to the trailer. I thought that was the funniest thing. Locking my mother out of the house. She would pound and yell. I would laugh and laugh.
One time, my mother had gone to the wash house to do laundry. While she was gone I got out the Flintstone's chewable vitamins. I poured them all out on a paper plate then me and the other kids my mother was watching proceeded to eat all of our favorites! I liked the car. Well, you can imagine what happened when my mother came back to the trailer....she was mortified and rushed us all to the emergency room. We had to have our stomachs pumped. I guess the vitamins had iron in them as well and too much iron is a bad thing for kids.
In the midst of this year, my father returned home full time. With a third child on the way....we were quickly outgrowing the single wide trailer. So, we arranged to move into a house. A house located just on the other side of the creek!
A few other things that happened this year. I had a teenage babysitter who showed me her Barbie collection. I was amazed and instantly hooked. When ever she babysat for me I asked her about her Barbies. The clothes and everything were fascinating to me. I then found that my grandparents also had a lot of Barbie toys as well. I was told that these things were not for boys....but that never stopped me from wanting to play with them. I loved all the little clothes and shoes! But, I always had to leave the Barbies at grandma's house at the end of the day.
Also, I am told I got up in the middle of the night and placed a can of soup in the oven and turned it on. The trailer was filled with smoke from the burnt label on the can and everyone was really freaked out that I would turn on the stove. No one was hurt and I guess I just was hungry for some soup.
My youngest brother, Joseph Donald Frohwein, was born on August 5, 1970. And by the end of the year we were moved to a new home. A real home. One with three bedrooms and a basement! This is the first address I ever remember having as well. 1208 Fairmeadows Road. This is where the next few year of my life would take place....
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Year Three - 1969
We join our story again in Charleston, SC. The new Frohwein family has just re-located there while Don Frohwein is active duty in the Navy. We were located near the white sandy beaches. And many photographs were taken of me atop a pyramid of cannon balls and an actual cannon. The first pictures of me on the beach are taken here and a sailors cap is my favorite accessory. For many years after, I was told the story of being at the beach and my family basically washed my cloth diaper out in the ocean. My new dad loved to kid me that there was a shark out there chewing on my turd. Lovely.
I can't say for sure that I have a lot of genuine memories of my time in Charleston. But, I did have one incident happen to me that I still carry the emotional scars for to this day. I was playing in the sand one day and I happened to dig into a nest of sandflies. I was bitten over a large percent of my body and I was treated at a local hospital. Here is what wikipedia says about these bugs "Sandfly bites may leave large, red itchy bumps that may turn into a rash. These bumps are frequently several times as itchy as mosquito bites, and tend to last longer as well."
Although I do not remember the actual attack, I was plagued for years after with an extreme fear of all flying insects. I did not like the beach or sand for a long while. And I think this also led into my fear of swimming and of water that would come up a few years later. I still get an anxiety pulse whenever I am around a bee or a wasp. But, unlike my youth, I do not go screaming away in rabid fear anymore.
Also, in this year my mother discovered that she was pregnant. She and Don had created a honeymoon baby, I assume. And by the end of the summer there, my pregnant mother and I had planned to relocate back to Marshalltown, IA. My mother wanted to give birth around family and friends. The short time we spent in Charleston would be the last time my mother would live anywhere else besides Marshalltown, IA - as she still resides there to this day.
So in the early fall my mother and I left my new dad in South Carolina and boarded a plane to return to Iowa. I remember some things about this experience. I remember dressing up like we were going to church. People chose to dress nice when they flew in a plane back then. I remember the flight attendants paying a lot of attention to me. I got free pilot wings and I think I even got to go to the cockpit and meet the pilots as well. And one other thing....I got to have as much 7-Up as I wanted! It was a very exciting trip for me then and even today when I fly, I am very excited about the whole flying process.
My brother, Jason Edward Frohwein, was born on October 16, 1969. I was happy to have a brother. We were living in a single wide trailer in a small trailer park next to a creek. We did not have much of anything, but we were happy and I believe Don (here on out to be referred to as my dad) was able to come home over the holidays. Well, he would have had to have been there in December...
More on why.... next week!
I can't say for sure that I have a lot of genuine memories of my time in Charleston. But, I did have one incident happen to me that I still carry the emotional scars for to this day. I was playing in the sand one day and I happened to dig into a nest of sandflies. I was bitten over a large percent of my body and I was treated at a local hospital. Here is what wikipedia says about these bugs "Sandfly bites may leave large, red itchy bumps that may turn into a rash. These bumps are frequently several times as itchy as mosquito bites, and tend to last longer as well."
Although I do not remember the actual attack, I was plagued for years after with an extreme fear of all flying insects. I did not like the beach or sand for a long while. And I think this also led into my fear of swimming and of water that would come up a few years later. I still get an anxiety pulse whenever I am around a bee or a wasp. But, unlike my youth, I do not go screaming away in rabid fear anymore.
Also, in this year my mother discovered that she was pregnant. She and Don had created a honeymoon baby, I assume. And by the end of the summer there, my pregnant mother and I had planned to relocate back to Marshalltown, IA. My mother wanted to give birth around family and friends. The short time we spent in Charleston would be the last time my mother would live anywhere else besides Marshalltown, IA - as she still resides there to this day.
So in the early fall my mother and I left my new dad in South Carolina and boarded a plane to return to Iowa. I remember some things about this experience. I remember dressing up like we were going to church. People chose to dress nice when they flew in a plane back then. I remember the flight attendants paying a lot of attention to me. I got free pilot wings and I think I even got to go to the cockpit and meet the pilots as well. And one other thing....I got to have as much 7-Up as I wanted! It was a very exciting trip for me then and even today when I fly, I am very excited about the whole flying process.
My brother, Jason Edward Frohwein, was born on October 16, 1969. I was happy to have a brother. We were living in a single wide trailer in a small trailer park next to a creek. We did not have much of anything, but we were happy and I believe Don (here on out to be referred to as my dad) was able to come home over the holidays. Well, he would have had to have been there in December...
More on why.... next week!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Year Two - 1968
We last left our story with my mother a newly divorced woman around eighteen years of age. She was working at a manufacturing plant in Marshalltown, IA and her newborn son (me) was living with her parents in Kansas. She also lived with her younger sister. My mother met and began dating a man named Don Frohwein. He also worked at the manufacturing plant (Marshall Manufacturing.....what a creative name!). Don Frohwein was around eighteen years old too. He was a farm boy from a neighboring town. His family owned a farm in a rural area about ten miles out of town. He worked at the manufacturing plant and on the farm. Then he was a Navy reservist on weekends as well.
Don and my mother (Kathi) began dating and things heated up fast. I returned from Kansas and the three of us moved into the Frohwein family farm. Shortly after that, Don was informed that he would be going into active duty with the Navy and they stationed him in Charleston, SC. Well, the whole romance of the officer and gentleman thing must have taken hold.....Don Frohwein and my mother were married and we all prepared to move out to South Carolina for a year.
But, before that happened...it seems that I had had very little (none) visits and connections with Dave Presnall. I guess with me living in Kansas and then the rural farm, there were few chances for me to hang out or bond with my biological father. And in learning new words, I had started to attach "daddy" with this new man, Don Frohwein. A call was made around this time from Dave to my mother.....without much emotion or fanfare, Dave suggested that he would not object to Don Frohwein petitioning to adopt me as his own. And so it was.....
One of my earliest memories is one where I was sitting on top of a large desk. There was a man there who asked me if I wanted this Don Frohwein person to be my father.....and I think I remember a reply in the affirmative. Much paperwork and a shake of the hand.....and my last name officially changed to Frohwein.
We settled into housing on the base there in Charleston. Many pictures were taken of me on cannons and at the beach. A new family had been formed.
Don and my mother (Kathi) began dating and things heated up fast. I returned from Kansas and the three of us moved into the Frohwein family farm. Shortly after that, Don was informed that he would be going into active duty with the Navy and they stationed him in Charleston, SC. Well, the whole romance of the officer and gentleman thing must have taken hold.....Don Frohwein and my mother were married and we all prepared to move out to South Carolina for a year.
But, before that happened...it seems that I had had very little (none) visits and connections with Dave Presnall. I guess with me living in Kansas and then the rural farm, there were few chances for me to hang out or bond with my biological father. And in learning new words, I had started to attach "daddy" with this new man, Don Frohwein. A call was made around this time from Dave to my mother.....without much emotion or fanfare, Dave suggested that he would not object to Don Frohwein petitioning to adopt me as his own. And so it was.....
One of my earliest memories is one where I was sitting on top of a large desk. There was a man there who asked me if I wanted this Don Frohwein person to be my father.....and I think I remember a reply in the affirmative. Much paperwork and a shake of the hand.....and my last name officially changed to Frohwein.
We settled into housing on the base there in Charleston. Many pictures were taken of me on cannons and at the beach. A new family had been formed.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Year One - 1967
Ok, so in this first year we have my seventeen year old mother and her new seventeen year old husband living in a trailer with my sixteen year old aunt. And my grandparents have up and moved to Kansas. Can anyone imagine anything like this happening today? You can not just move your teenage kids into some shoddy single-wide aluminum shelter and take off. But that is what happened in 1967 in Marshalltown, Iowa.
Without school to go to, my mother sought out employment. She took advantage of some social connections my grandparents had with people who worked at a small manufacturing plant in town. But, in 1967 it was not common for a woman with a new born child to be out of the home working. So, the company suggested that they could hire my mother if she did not have a baby at home which would be a distraction from the labor and such. My grandparents agreed to take me in for the better part of this year so my mother could work. My mother's plan to stay in Marshalltown and have a child was probably not working out exactly as planned, I would guess.
So, without the baby around, two seventeen year olds living together and being teenagers....well, their relationship soured. Big shock! Who would have thought that two seventeen year olds would fail at marriage under these conditions? Vegas odds makers would not take that bet.
But fear not, somewhere across a crowded manufacturing building my mother finds favor with another fellow worker. Don Frohwein. Hmmmm.....that last name sounds familiar.
Without school to go to, my mother sought out employment. She took advantage of some social connections my grandparents had with people who worked at a small manufacturing plant in town. But, in 1967 it was not common for a woman with a new born child to be out of the home working. So, the company suggested that they could hire my mother if she did not have a baby at home which would be a distraction from the labor and such. My grandparents agreed to take me in for the better part of this year so my mother could work. My mother's plan to stay in Marshalltown and have a child was probably not working out exactly as planned, I would guess.
So, without the baby around, two seventeen year olds living together and being teenagers....well, their relationship soured. Big shock! Who would have thought that two seventeen year olds would fail at marriage under these conditions? Vegas odds makers would not take that bet.
But fear not, somewhere across a crowded manufacturing building my mother finds favor with another fellow worker. Don Frohwein. Hmmmm.....that last name sounds familiar.
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