Funny thing, my dad would not let us listen to stuff, go to dances, and we couldn’t go to movies, but he took us to Sunday dinners at the prison where he worked.
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Oh my. Your childhood was more solemn than mine. We were 6 motherless children poorer than dirt, so our lives were modest, but we always had food and were taught to be grateful. I imagine Sunday dinners in a prison teaches a lot too. The whimsy of your screen name is a nice balance to that seriousness.
When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down

” I imagine Sunday dinners in a prison teaches a lot too.”
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Uh no!! We would walk in scared to death into the employee cafeteria. “Dad, are we safe?”
“Yes, the guy behind the counter is a thief, he won’t hurt you.” (in other words not a rapist or molester)
Or..”You are surrounded by armed guards. It’s fine.”
I mean, I did trust my dad but it was kind of weird.
Petey