Chapter Three

Coming of Age – My Teenage Years and early Twenties

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My parents were very loving, but my Dad was a disciplinarian and even used his belt sometimes when we really misbehaved. His nickname was Butch and he was short and very athletic. My mother was taller than my dad and a year older. She had very dark hair, almost black and at a young age I started helping her with hair perms, and rolling it at night. I thought then that I wanted to be a beautician, but years later realized I didn’t want to be standing on my feet all day! My mand listened to the sermon.

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