The Truth be Told

I know that I was a little late to the 2 truths and a lie party, but I did it anyway. But since no one commented,  I'll go ahead and give the answers. . . I am sure that you were dying to know!

The lie is that I sang a solo on Christmas Eve at my church.  YOU would NOT want to hear ME sing ANYWHERE! My voice is soooooo bad a dog would howl at me.

It is true that Michael Kennedy did sleep in my bed at my parent's house. I was not there. I was living in Coldwater, Michigan at the time. Michael was in Flint, Michigan (near my parent's house) campaigning for his Uncle Ted Kennedy who was running from President at the time. Michael was sort of quite  the partying young man at the time. HIS people didn't want him to wind up with the wrong crowd or some sleezy girls who would love his fame. 

The people from the Democratic Party knew my dad as a democrat and a good man and that he lived about 10 miles out of town in the country in a big farm house. They thought this might be a safe place for him to spend the night instead of a hotel. The secrect service came out and did a check of  my parents and the farm and gave the approval for him to stay.

My bedroom has a bathroom off from it, so it made the most sense to put him in that room. Mom couldn't tell anyone, not even me, about it until after he left. My mom wrote me  a letter and told me all about it. What a shock to think that someone so famous was in my bed!  

As you know Senator Ted Kennedy did not win the Presidential election. Michael married Frank Gifford's daughter, but he was killed in a skiing accident a few years back.

The last truth is that my parents have been married for 69 years. They were married on October 30, 1943. Dad is now 91 and mom is 90 and in pretty good shape. They still live on that same farm and that is the farm house that Dad was born in. This fall they will celebrate (God willing) 70 years of marriage! That's a wonderful legacy for all of us. They have 5 kids and all of us are married and have never been divorced (or even thinking about it!)

And that my friends . . .  is the rest of the story!

Patty