My most vivid memory of my mom takes me back to Saint Joseph’s Elementary School and the cultural event of the year, the Christmas play.
In first grade, Jan Rigatoni (not her real name) got to portray a “cute toy doll” sitting in Santa’s lap. She wore a beautiful light blue dress with a big bow in the back and a very fluffy petticoat AND she had a speaking part. She got to say, “Mama.” This may have been the beginning of my suspicion that cute girls with blue eyes, straight hair and pretty clothes got more attention than those of us with frizzy brown hair, brown eyes and three dresses for the school year. Continue reading