My mom, as a teenager, was in Glee Club, and had gone to see Rebel Without A Cause a few times in the theaters, star struck like so many were back in the 1950s. She had a job at at five & dime, saved some money, and skipped out on a day of high school up in San Francisco. This is the story of what she did that day, a day in the live of a 17 year old, with innocent ideas of becoming the next Lana Turner. A half a year later she was married to my Dad, Jack, and 6 years later she was the mother of four boys, living a different life than Lana's. My Dad got a short term engineering job down in Pasadena, where we lived when I was 2 and 3 years old. We lived just up the street from the Rose Bowl, she loved seeing the rose bowl parade. After our move back up to Niles, CA, SoCal & Hollywood became a distant memory for her and us. She was a beautiful girl, with an angelic voice, and a soft touch with 4 crazy boys. Lucky to have her as a mother. I miss you Mom.
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MARGARET 1956 Margaret skipped class today, she did not go to glee clubTook a puddle jumper to L.A.to walk around in Hollywood Standing tall on a corner, a cotton dress on and her hair backSaddle shoes and bobby sox, a needle in a haystackShe's a ringer for Kate Hepburn, she could play her daughterAnd if they drive past her all day long, maybe one of them will spot her (Ref)She lifts her chin and looks ahead, just like she learned in theaterShe's a long way from her highschool play, but she's not afraid to be hereCause she can sing and she can dance, and she can hold a pose for hoursLike a statue in the Rose Parade, like a Pasadena flower(Ref)Sometimes you do your best when you don't know the oddsSometimes you gotta guess, like you knew it all along...Afternoon the sun is low, and time moves like mollassesShe still imagines they may come and ask her what her name is(Ref)Sometimes you gotta try even though you don't whySometimes you do some things that don't seem silly at the time...She caught her plane, and she came home, her folks were very worriedBut that was Margaret's last hurrah, she settled down and marriedMom, I love they way you watch the Rose Parade for hoursHow after all these many years you still love the floats and flowers