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You don’t change horses in the middle of the race

Published January 3, 2012 by Sevgi D.S.

Flowers“Forgive me, honey” flowers that I received today.

My grandmother was only 6 years old when the empire collapsed and a new republic was founded. She grew up to be the ultimate republic child; her values were justice, hard work, honor and equal rights to all. But it was 1954 when she got married and equal rights did not quite apply there. As a law school graduate she worked for long hours only to come home to prepare dinner for 6 to 8 guests and go to bed with the house looking as pristine as before the event. And mind you, this was a time when there were no dishwashers, refrigerators, portable hairdryers. Even the nylon stockings were very hard to find. Things got even worse when a baby who did not have the chance to use disposable diapers was added to the picture. Read the rest of this entry →

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