When my mother died, I had an overwhelming panic that along with this most beautiful person, I had also lost my history.  My history as a daughter, my history as a child of the 60s and 70s…well, a history of ME.  So for my children, for my siblings, for anyone else who may feel the same, I am writing down my history as I remember it.  My mother would have most likely had insights that I will miss, but I am pleased to offer these stories to my children.  I am holding their history close to my heart.