Page 13 - I Remember When

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My parents, D.P. and Winnie were an improbable pair.
He was tall, thin and hard as nails, while Winnie was
five feet tall and to call her pudgy would be kind. She
was always consumed with anxiety and worried a lot
about other people’s opinions. On the other hand, D.P.
couldn’t have cared less about what anyone thought or
said. He’d slam his hand down flat on the dining room
table and declare, “I don’t care what Mrs. Wooten says,
she never knows what she’s talking about anyway. Why
would I listen to her?” Winnie would look worried and
hope D.P. wasn’t going to upset Mrs. Wooten, who lived
just across the street.
Winnie’s main goal in life seemed to be making
sure neighbors, relatives, or nameless strangers didn’t
have anything negative to say about us. “What will peo-
ple think?” was her usual response to any activity she
deemed out of the ordinary. Or even worse, “What will
people say?” When my brother Dan came home from
having graduated college and, having served in the US
Army, and wanted to have a convivial chat with my sis-