In Honour of June Cleaver...

The Beavers Mom

Do you remember June Cleaver, I do. We didn't have a T.V. when I was growing up, so watching the Beaver was something I did when I was nursing my first son. He seemed to really enjoy that music and relaxed and nursed well. This was a trying experience for me, although well worth it, trying. Anyway, we recently lost June Cleaver, Barbara Billingsley, how sad. I always loved her dresses, would that I could look that put together anytime, let alone while I was cleaning out the fireplace. As Jenny says, "I hope you changed out of your P.J.s..." I do really change out of them,reluctantly but I do, although I got on the bus the other day and a lady around my age or older got on with her p.j.'s on. But that's Hamilton for you, they say big cities are weird, trust me you ain't seen nothing yet, if you haven't gotten on the Barton Bus in Hamilton, such and education you couldn't pay for.

So in honour of June Cleaver, I can't dress like her, I'm too large, so I'm reading Sleeping With Ward Cleaver. Mary Boofan recently posted a review on this book and it stuck in my mind, and quite honestly my arms are killing me from reading Musashi, I need a little light reading. I was so ticked with my husband the other day, I thought, "Ward wouldn't do that"... and so I order myself a treat, it arrived today. I'll be packing light for my trip tomorrow.

Book photo from the book I own.