The Warp and the Weft:
Weaving a Life
I am not famous. I am not accomplished. But I have lived an extraordinary life so far, and have stories worth telling. This book is 93% true. I’ll leave it to you to decide which parts.
Warp – Groovy
My parents met in Texas. Dad was on the college swim team, and worked as a lifeguard at the local pool. He was tan, and blond, and sleek. A real golden boy. Mom was in high school. The girl who rolled up the waist of her uniform skirt to make it shorter, and straddled the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle—while still getting all A’s. Mom lived down the street from the pool where dad worked. All the girls mooned over him.
The story is this. One of mom’s boyfriends had started to get rough. He raised his hand to her as dad was walking by, and dad intervened. Her hero.
Several months later, the wedding announcement in the local paper was accompanied by a photo which didn’t show her pregnant belly. Pretty Patty, wearing a cap and gown, looked into the mirror—and her image in a bridal veil looked back. She was quoted saying that they were moving to Hawaii because it sounded groovy.
When I was a teenager, we found the clipping, and it became a kind of in-joke. Anyone in the family, even now--years after her death--can just say, "groovy" and we know they mean Pat.