Ruth and John had just returned from a "rugged" 6-day trip to the Yucatan in Mexico. Ruth was usually calm, didn't seem to let much bother her, except for my father. So imagine my surprise when I read this diary...
Friday, March 1, 1973 - "Glad to be home and not anxious to leave soon again but that will come all too soon in late May -- to Diane's. My mother gives me a hard time - trying to make me feel guilty and pliable to her needs. If I were a stronger personality, it might have helped but now? Between the various family members and my own desires & pleasures there are so many conflicts. Now Ken & Nellie and boys seem well-adjusted and not dependent on me. But how to work out Mom's needs without conflict here is tough!"
Lottie and her son, Jimmie, had moved from Chicago to Mt. Prospect after Ruth & John moved to Florida. They were a mile from me and baby Cindy, toddler Lynn. (Kate was born in 1970.) I kept an eye on them, taking them on errands, visiting their small apartment. I thought it odd that my parents had left Lottie & Jimmie behind, as though they were forgotten luggage. Jimmie was schizophrenic, having had his first public episode at church in high school, followed by time at Elgin (mental hospital) and treatment off and on from then on.
I knew that Lottie was demanding of my mother, but didn't realize how much Ruth wanted to escape that responsibility. She had helped guide Lottie and Jimmie since my grandfather died of heart problems in May, 1944 at 63. In either 1969 or 1970, Lottie and Jimmie moved to Largo, Florida, a short car ride from Ruth and John's apartment. Dan and I helped get them packed up.
In March, 1973 Lynn was 6, Cindy 5 and Kate 2, so visiting me in 1973 would be much more physical for 66-year-old Ruth. She had babysat with Ken's boys when they were younger, but by 1973 were 12 and 9 with Mario (Nellie's son) slightly older. There was a lot of drama when Ken's first wife was in the picture, so Ruth was happy to see life settle down once Nellie and Ken were married in 1972.
