Victrola

(1980 memoirs)
I must have come to live with Frankie for four years, while I got my college degree, in 1922.  Now that I am old myself and used to being alone, I marvel at her charity and goodness for having me around.  Of course I was kin.  I was Frank's girl, and she knew my people, and that made a difference.  But tho I know I loved her from the start, I know now I did many many things that must have upset her very much, and many that she suffered in silence.  In the first place, I had a very small "victrola" with cheap records (jazz).  What fortitude it took to listen to that - and never a word of complaint.