Back in the ’50s my folks took the Queen Mary to Europe. They put my little seven year old butt in military school. I recall getting a stamped post card: “Having a wonderful time, wish you were here.”
I left home at 17.
Yep, later in life I picked their nursing home but they had the last laugh. In their will they skipped my generation……God bless them.
Impersonal;
Back in the ’50s my folks took the Queen Mary to Europe. They put my little seven year old butt in military school. I recall getting a stamped post card: “Having a wonderful time, wish you were here.”
I left home at 17.
Yep, later in life I picked their nursing home but they had the last laugh. In their will they skipped my generation……God bless them.