Wistful Wednesday: 1975

How many of you gals have been pregnant in the summer? Miserable. You feel…fat… it is hot..it seems like you wait all summer for the baby to arrive. Your feet swell…you are cranky.

During the summer of 1975, I was 23 years old. Pregnant with our second child who we were sure was going to be a boy who we would name Travis but we would call him Duke. ( cause Trica (big sister) liked that name.) Trica and I and our Scottie Terrier/Mix dog named “Snuffer” lived in a cottage at the lake, with no hot water and no indoor bathroom. We had an outhouse. My parents bought a resort, my Dad was still working in the cities and my Mom was still farming ..so I ran the resort for them for the summer.

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