VANISHED Ways 1950s Women Survived Abusive Husbands

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6. How sad. While watching this, I thought about my father. I can't recall him ever getting mad, angry. Once in a while,

a "hell" or a "Dammit." Never shit or fuck. I remember him getting drunk on three or four occasions. Two of those were on Christmas eve.
He was a happy drunk.... Singing, and. he had a reasonable voice.

He was frustrated that we never had much money. But they owned the house we lived in.

Mom had the drudgery of being a 50's housewife. She always had a job and she prepared meals when she got home.

Dad was orphaned at age 14 so he had little "house training." I recall when she came home from hospital and he wanted to make supper for us. He went into the bedroom where she was recovering.. "Julie, how long do you have to boil the Jello before it gets hard?"

Damn. I was lucky and tears are in my eyes thinking about them.