Three or four years later, however ... things started to fall in place
Thanks for your service, knarf.
My mom was an immigrant to America in 1920—she became a citizen of America at the age of 50—in 1967 also.
She flew the American flag from our porch everyday, all throughout the Vietnam War.
The only house for blocks around to do so.
She was 4’10” of a “I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks” type of gal.
She was the Barbara Fritchie of our area.