By Judi Curry
Labor Day means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. In my case, at the age of seven, the first time I knew about “Labor Day” was on September 2nd, 1946, because that was the day my mother went into labor with my sister, Andy. (Andrea Jane.) The house was a flutter and my own governess was going to take care of my sister, leaving me for the first time in my life.
I was going to be “a big girl” now, and I no longer needed to have Nanny Parsons monitor my every move. All of that was fine with me, except for one small thing – I did not know that my mother was pregnant. I do not want to say that she kept it a secret from me – but it was not talked about in my presence. [Read more…]









