By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 07, 2013 Born in 1921, my mother had her family when she was considerably older than most mothers of that generation: her first son was born in 1956 (Sputnik!), her daughter in 1959 (Mercury!), and her second son in 1960 (dawn of the Space Age!). She sometimes told us that as long as she could have only three, she was glad that her three were the best. Pleased at being the best, I glowed at hearing th...
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