My mother’s 4th grade yearbook. It was 1955. She was ten.
Rhyming ‘Patty’ and ‘Daddy’ 
“Ok Nick, I’m glad you love your mom and all but this is MY yearbook!” 
Back when a popular ‘meme’ was a frustrated wife beating her incorrigible husband with a rolling pin. 
This doesn’t rhyme and, yes you did Rick, admit it. 
Betty was pretty confident my mother would marry a man named Frank and cook him eggs. To my knowledge my mother never married a man named Frank. She did cook us and our father eggs, who liked his with ketchup. 
