Growing up in a little village.

Growing up in a small village had to be the best childhood anyone could ever have. Most of the mothers stayed home to raise their children. My Mom worked as a mechanic on airplanes in World War II. She also worked at Taylorcraft, building airplanes when she came back home to Ohio. It took her eight years to get pregnant and I was her first child and she told me she was ecstatic! There wasn't much to do in North Benton, so the women got together and formed a club and called it The Hen Club. The meeting was the first Thursday of every month. My Mom was the host about once a year. I always stayed in the kitchen and listened intensely to what the ladies had to say, and some of the things they said were not ladylike! I learned a lot, some good-some bad. My mother would always make pizza, of course with homemade dough and homemade pizza sauce. And her choice of drink was Pepsi. I'll tell you, listening to them laugh and carry on, is one of my favorite memories of childhood.

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