Joyce Saltzgiver – Memories of a Beautiful Life

generic-kamagra-viagra Every summer we went on a family vacation. In 1968, we headed west through Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota and Wisconsin where we were dropped off at Aunt Fern and Uncle Roy’s to spend a few days. I don’t know if things are different now than they were then, but wild Buffalo used to roam the plains in herds, all along the highways.

Even though there were signs all over about not getting out of your car, Mom decided she needed to get a close-up with the old Kodak Instamatic. Dad pulled off the side of the road, and off goes Mom, running across the field to get a closer shot. Once she got what she wanted, she was back in the car, and off we went.

We always had great family vacations.

I remember when you guys came out to New Jersey for Christmas in 1981. At that time I had been in Jersey for nearly 2 years. I had auditioned, to replace the bass player, for a band called Phantoms Opera. I wasn’t in the band yet, but by January, I would be. Between Christmas and New Years they were playing a show at prednislone next day LaAmour The Rock Capital of Brooklyn, and I told you I wanted you to see the band I was hoping to get into. It was the 80’s, lots of spandex and big hair, plus, the drinking age was 18, so the club was packed with 2500 kids. We ended up sitting at a table right in the middle of the throng. Kids kept coming up asking why you and Dad were there, and you kept proudly telling them, He’s going to soon be in that band.

The kids thought it was amazing that someones parents would venture into that type on environment. Most kids were embarrassed to hang out with their parents, but I never was. In fact, just the opposite, I was proud to say, This is my Mom.