This is the first laundromat bouncy since Pam Dawson's near-death experience with an out-of-control car at a Wichita "laundry mat".
Back ground, I at 17 was was washing dishes and saw out the window a little 3 year old boy fall into a ditch. I ran out side and pulled him out of the ditch before he drowned and carried him home.
Here began my my life long fascination with cultures other then my own. The mother was a Navajo from Gallip NM, the father a Mexcan 4 generation----He was serving on the SSN Jack at the time a Sub Rider.. Both of them fascinated me. They were both in upper 20ies and I was just a kid.
One has to understand that in my area we at that that time seldom saw anyone that was not a WASP, we had the Catholics but they were strange as the Church service was still done in Latin, for The Protestants the incense and what ever was very strange.
We buried my father in law in a service, Darn he could have been anyone, in Polish and Latin with the old time service of 3 priests, and we had to hunt down his preserved finger he had lost 30 years ago that he kept to go with his remains.
This was all within the European culture so different from my own British and French Canadian background.
The saga of the so called black that were just as mixed in DNA as I was they were just like ME. same hopes, desires and and until LBJ came along doing just fine. 20 years after LBJ, it was difficult to find a semi- black family that was intact, Where had the men and fathers gone to ?
