tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post7853813173974356010..comments2024-01-24T01:27:11.111-05:00Comments on Café Muscato: Redux: M is For...Muscatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-42302464474945848292015-05-12T10:12:51.318-04:002015-05-12T10:12:51.318-04:00Of course, we all make decisions that take our liv...Of course, we all make decisions that take our lives in unexpected directions, but it does seem that the women of our mothers' generation often had to sacrifice in a way that is almost unimaginable today. We shall not see their like again...Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-49628358611209154402015-05-10T21:10:22.078-04:002015-05-10T21:10:22.078-04:00My fifth read, at least, and I enjoy it every time...My fifth read, at least, and I enjoy it every time. <br /><br />It certainly gives me the same pause regarding my own sainted, suburban mom. She was a key punch girl in lower Manhattan throughout the 50's who got swept off her feet (rather late in the game for the times - she was just shy of 30) by the IBM account man. She raised three of us quite well and efficiently. She managed two households. Did everything right. Never a misstep. She still has a sharp wit and a grand perspective on life. But I do occasionally wonder what she left behind of herself to be the wonderful mom that she is.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851297819829806798noreply@blogger.com