One of the most remarkable discoveries of my dive into family history is the connection between my mother and a close friend with a secret (from me) history.
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Trying to take his jeans out of dryer dubbed "the green monster," a young athlete's life is changed forever.
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Cross Country by Mustang

The summer of 1966 we were newly married when my husband Alan accepted a medical school externship in Denver.  The plan was to drive from New York to Colorado in our new red Ford Mustang convertible.

The problem was the car had a stick shift,  and used to driving automatics I hadn’t exactly mastered the stick.

So Alan had been doing all the driving when the monotony of all those cows and wheat fields,  and the fatigue got to him.  I insisted on taking the wheel and needless to say I did a fine job of stripping the gears.

After we had the gear set replaced we soldiered on with Alan back at the wheel,  when a badly tied mattress flew off the roof of the car ahead and landed smack on top of us.   But we survived and made it to Denver,  and that summer Alan completed his externship,  we camped in the Rockies,  I finally mastered the stick shift,  and memorably I read Ulysses for the first time.  (See My Love Affair with James Joyce)

Sadly Alan and I divorced a year later,   but I’ll always remember the good times we had together.  (See My Snowy Year in Buffalo, Shuffling Off to Buffalo, Flowers on the Windshield, Les Halles, Both Sides Now, and Obit)

And I’ll never forget that cross country trip by Mustang!

– Dana Susan Lehrman

With three kids, four beds to make, and seemingly endless piles of towels to wash and dry, laundry “day” happened several times a week. Wash, dry, fold, put away was my mantra.
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