Wow, you must have been mature for your age because most boys(men) at that age are still thinking about fun. True that there are some that are fathers at that age but then there are a lot that are irresponsible too.
I was 33 years old, married for 14 years, mother of three kids, living in Simi Valley California, and working for Litton Ind.
I suppose I was, in most ways, but I didn't feel that way. To some extent, I felt trapped though. It wasn't something that I felt like I'd be capable of doing, but neither was it something that I could walk away from without feeling regret for the rest of my life. I told the story here, so I won't go through it again.
In 1977, I was in my second semester of junior college and preparing to attend a four year university. I was still living at home with my parents. My mom was in her second year of chemotherapy.
Back in 1977, I don't remember what job I was working, my daughter was 6 years old, so probably working as a key punch operator with a trucking company. I lived with my mother and used to go dancing every weekend. I also spend time with my daughter we always had a day for each other. I believe that was the year I first bought my car, it was a apple green VW, and my daughter would always stand up in the front seat and hold on to the handle above the window, no seat belts we used back then.
Yes, I've read the story before. I can imagine you would feel trapped, a child changes everything even when it's the normal family scenario. I loved being a mother and I was only 20 when I had my daughter and I didn't have to work but spending all day with just a baby and no adult interaction can be tough on a young person. Then your husband comes home from work tired and you just want to talk and he just wants to relax.
I was 22 years old..with a year old baby living in Married Quarters in the west coast and with a brand new husband who was in the navy and at sea for 7 months in the USA . I was alone with a a baby and very little money, so thank goodness for the sisterhood of the other Naval widows who also lived in Quarters..I'd have gone stark staring mad without them, and so far from my family. I remember very clearly one morning hearing the announcer say ''the King is Dead''...Elvis Presley King of Rock and Roll has died. So... later that morning when I went down to meet up with one of the sisterhood at her house for coffee..who in reality I only knew superficially, I just casually mentioned that I'd heard the news about Elvis. OMG!!! How was I to know she was his number one fan!!!? I'd barely got the words out, and she started screaming hysterically as though I'd just told her, her mother had been shot.!! I didn't know what to do...I'd never been an Elvis fan, and I was thinking..hang on you're losing your mind young lady..this is someone you don't know, whose music you may have enjoyed but that's all there is to it..be sad , be sorry..but my Goodness pull yourself together this isn't a member of your family!! I was astounded that anyone could get so distraught in front of her own children about a pop stars' death!!
Second full year living in the town I've lived in for the last 45 years. One bedroom apt second floor, right. Great place. I had not collected any junk yet. 2019 Can't remember anything else, except I spent a lot of time watching baseball, because Ted Turner owned the Atlanta Braves and broadcast every single game they played on TBS. The Braves ended the season in last place, 37 games out (I checked to make sure).
1977 was a fantastic year for me. Had just been released from the darkness of an 18 month jail sentence (i.e. military service) and was enjoying my life to the full again. Left my mother's home and tried to get a foothold in Berlin. Found a job but quickly hated the city and, after six months, was lucky to find a job in the city I now live in again. Met my wife and was having a whale of a time. Married her the following year.
1977? My [first} wife and I had our 14th wedding anniversary, our son turned 13 and our daughter turned 12. Living in a nice suburb, etc. Life was good. Damn, I miss those days....
What I remember most was pouting because my mother transferred to Texas after my firstborn son yet to be a year old. My strongest support moving hundreds of miles away.
Loved the house pic Yvonne! It is like a small version of my barnhouse. That is the way to live! Although few do it lately. Back then I was raising my two year old daughter, milking cows.
1977 will always be remembered by me as the year Elvis died. I was a huge fan growing up as a young kid going to see his movies at the matinee.