For the good of the kids
When two moms who didn’t get along cooperated on a themed Christmas
Growing up, I had three best friends — Bob, Mark and John. Bob’s mom was like my second mom, and my mom and her remained close until Bob’s mom passed a few years ago. (I can’t bring myself to remove her from my Christmas card list — I don’t mail it, of course, but still think of her every year.)
But the mom of Mark and John, brothers only about 18 months apart, and my mom did NOT get along. At all.
Not sure why. Both good Catholic women trying to raise large broods, living only a few doors apart.
But they did not like each other very much.
Living in southern Ohio, we only got snow a couple times a year — if that. One Christmas I got a basketball, and Bob and I played that afternoon on his driveway.
So when I expressed some interest in hockey when I was about 10, and said I wanted a hockey stick, ice hockey wasn’t what I was thinking, exactly.
They sold street hockey kits back then — two regular sticks, a goalie stick, and a single goal. Plus your choice of a light plastic puck that could slide across concrete or asphalt, or a plastic ball kind of like a field hockey ball, only lighter.
I figured that would be enough for a small group of us to play.
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