Raising funs

During a fund raising event last night, I sat at a round table eating nibbly food with people I didn’t know so I tried to get to know one or two: Rose and her daughter whose name I don’t know.

Rose and her daughter attended the college this event supported. They were students at the same time.  Rose mothered 9 children and returned to the college she attended before birthing 9 children. Her daughter, 1 among the 9, attended as her first step to become a lawyer. They donated these memories:

1. Rose’s husband used to buy multicolored popcorn as a treat for his large family. The popcorn popped white but his children oohed and ahh-ed. Rose’s daughter said Dad was colorful.

2. As an undergraduate student during the 1950s, Rose never went to the local bar because her professors, the Sisters of the Blessed Virgin Mary, disapproved. Okay, they FORBADE it. When Rose returned to college in the 1980s, she and her girl-child-student shared brew-skees at this local bar. Rose’s daughter said Mom was colorful but quieter.

3, When Rose herself was a child, which was during the Depression, her own Mom often baked up a big roll of bologna for the family, like a crispy roast. Rose said this tasted much better than you’d think. I thought Rose’s Mom sounded colorful, too.


About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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