Mom was in a terrific mood and talked about her father, who was an alcoholic but a cheery one. Whenever Mom or Aunt Joyce came home late with friends, he’d get out of bed and cook for everyone, make spaghetti sauce, pies, anything anyone wanted. He’d fill the tub with water and let ducklings splash around in it. As a teenager, Mom was allowed two sweaters per winter, but she sweat so badly that they were ruined in no time.
