Sometimes there’s no explaining what makes someone put down all her self-confidence and suddenly cower in the back seat. That’s how I got when I started to grow up and leave my little girl years behind. All that talk-to-much candor went mute. I have my brother Frankie to thank for snapping me out of it. The cure was a little like the home remedy for a jelly-fish sting.
Most of the time, Mom took all us Magpies with her wherever she went. Except for grocery shopping. That was special, she only took one kid with her for grocery shopping. Everybody else stayed home and cleaned the house, or babysat, mowed the lawn, or helped out in the field or the barn. Unless you were one of the Little Kids;
Little Kids just played all day long. Big kids had to Continue reading