{"id":43,"date":"2011-06-05T15:13:05","date_gmt":"2011-06-05T19:13:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=43"},"modified":"2026-03-31T11:20:05","modified_gmt":"2026-03-31T15:20:05","slug":"chapter-1-lil-drummergirl-to-be","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=43","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 1: Li&#8217;l Drummergirl-to-Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 class=\"p1title my-2\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">CHAPTER 1: LI&#8217;L DRUMMERGIRL-TO-BE<\/span><\/h2>\n<h3>How it all began<\/h3>\n<figure id=\"attachment_496\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-496\" style=\"width: 346px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-496 size-full\" title=\"Mom and Dad's Wedding Day\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/weddingphoto-mom-dad.jpg\" alt=\"Mom and Dad's Wedding Day\" width=\"346\" height=\"451\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/weddingphoto-mom-dad.jpg 346w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/weddingphoto-mom-dad-230x300.jpg 230w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 346px) 100vw, 346px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-496\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Stunning Bride and Groom<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><strong>A good place to start would be with Mom and Dad&#8217;s wedding on June 16, 1963.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Their union took place in a traditional Catholic Mass at Immaculate Conception Church in Newark, NJ, followed by a reception of 300 guests at Perillo&#8217;s in Belleville.<\/p>\n<p>This came after eight years of courtship, sparked by Dad\u2019s cousin Sabina\u2019s matchmaking. She said that her high school friend Lucille was a &#8220;knockout,&#8221; and Dad just had to meet her!<\/p>\n<p>The introduction took place at one of Granddaddy\u2019s political dances at Newark Symphony Hall in 1955. That evening, Sabina and Mom attended the dance with their boyfriends. When Dad approached Mom, he asked if Frank would mind if they shared a dance. She simply replied, &#8220;Ask Frank,&#8221; and with a shrug, which Dad did. Frank said, &#8220;Sure.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At the time, Dad was 27, while Mom\u2014though only 16\u2014was already a mature, worldly, and sophisticated young woman. They quickly became inseparable, initially fibbing about their ages, claiming to be 20 and 24.<\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"300\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"5\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td rowspan=\"2\" width=\"62\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9464 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\" alt=\"musicnotes-tiny\" width=\"50\" height=\"61\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<td width=\"254\"><strong>Theme From &#8220;A Summer Place&#8221;<\/strong> (their song)<br \/>\nPercy Faith&#8217;s Orchestra<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><a id=\"mbmaplayer_1375795923481\" class=\"{skin:'black', animate:false, width:'150', volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Theme-From-A-Summer-Place.mp3\">Percy Faith &#8211; Theme From &#8220;A Summer Place&#8221;<\/a><textarea class=\"map_params\" style=\"display: block; padding: 3px; background: #444; color: #fff; text-decoration: none;\" disabled=\"disabled\">map :: {skin:&#8217;gray&#8217;, animate:false, width:&#8217;150&#8242;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}<\/textarea><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>As a bride, Mom wore a Scarlett O\u2019Hara-like tiered lace dress, and her bridesmaids donned simple, knee-length taffeta in different pastels, as was typical then. Dad was dashing in a white jacket and black trousers.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_17060\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-17060\" style=\"width: 1000px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-17060\" title=\"1963 Cadillac Convertible\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/63-caddy.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"1332\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/63-caddy.jpg 736w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/63-caddy-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/63-caddy-451x600.jpg 451w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-17060\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Mom and Dad&#8217;s honeymoon ride<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Since no photography was allowed inside the church, Uncle Johnny got some movie footage of the happy couple and bridal party as they emerged from the ceremony.<\/p>\n<p>Following the reception, they sped off in their 1963 white Cadillac Coupe DeVille convertible for a month-long cross-country honeymoon.<\/p>\n<p>Mom and Dad rolled like rock stars, maxing out the Caddy at 125+ mph out west, and took movies of all the sights, including Yellowstone, Disneyland, and the Grand Canyon.<\/p>\n<table class=\"musicplayer alignleft\" border=\"0\" width=\"300\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td rowspan=\"2\" width=\"62\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9464 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\" alt=\"musicnotes-tiny\" width=\"50\" height=\"61\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<td width=\"254\"><strong>California Dreamin&#8217;<br \/>\n<\/strong>The Mamas and the Papas<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><a id=\"mbmaplayer_1375795693859\" class=\"{skin:'black', animate:false, width:'150', volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Mamas-and-the-Papas-California-Dreaming.mp3\">Mamas and the Papas &#8211; California Dreaming<\/a><textarea class=\"map_params\" style=\"display: block; padding: 3px; background: #444; color: #fff; text-decoration: none;\" disabled=\"disabled\">map :: {skin:&#8217;gray&#8217;, animate:false, width:&#8217;150&#8242;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}<\/textarea><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>Mom and Dad lived with Nana and Granddaddy on Parker Street, Newark for a couple of years before they struck out on their own. They bought the first color TV in the neighborhood, and my cousins would crowd around it to see the &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/HIxGyrQz_e8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">in living color<\/a>&#8221; animated NBC Peacock as they ooohed and aaahed.<\/p>\n<p>Mom and Dad decided it was time to escape the increasingly turbulent atmosphere in Newark. On January 14, 1965, they bought the little Levittown-style &#8220;rancher&#8221; in Old Bridge where I began my life.<\/p>\n<p>Dad refinished a lot of it himself, with a big workshop\/TV room upstairs, re-tiling the kitchenette, carpeting the living room, putting a tree swing out back, and building a picket fence around the property. To think I lived in such a house as a baby is nice.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_2689\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2689\" style=\"width: 912px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2689\" title=\"24 Southwood Drive\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/24-southwood-today.jpg\" alt=\"24 Southwood Drive\" width=\"912\" height=\"555\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/24-southwood-today.jpg 472w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/24-southwood-today-300x182.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2689\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Southwood Drive, in later years. My nursery was to the lower right.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure id=\"attachment_218\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-218\" style=\"width: 400px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-218\" title=\"My Christening Day\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/baptism-day-195x300.jpg\" alt=\"My Christening Day\" width=\"400\" height=\"613\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/baptism-day-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/baptism-day.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-218\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">My Christening Day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I must have been a Valentine\u2019s Day baby (counting back from November 15). I was now the youngest granddaughter of the family. I was almost named &#8220;Christy Lynn&#8221; or &#8220;Stephanie&#8221; but my parents decided on &#8220;Lori Ann&#8221; (my middle name after my Aunt Maryann).<\/p>\n<p>My parents thought &#8220;Lori&#8221; was so original until I started school among several others with the same name of various spelling.<\/p>\n<p>Whenever we went to Nana and Granddaddy\u2019s for years to come, Granddaddy always picked me up first, saying &#8220;my Lo-rrri!&#8221; or &#8220;my little doll.&#8221; All the other kids would crowd around and play with me.<\/p>\n<p>I was baptized in December 1966, at Immaculate Conception Church, where my parents married three years before. My godparents were Aunt Maryann and Dad&#8217;s brother, Uncle Johnny. The party following at Nana\u2019s was the typical Italian \u201cmob scene,\u201d with relatives and kids underfoot, all huddling around the new baby.<\/p>\n<p>My earliest memories are of standing in my crib trying to reach the window, and being wheeled down Southwood Drive in a stroller as a young toddler. Music from that general era brings me right back to when being with Mom and Dad, just the three of us, was my whole life.<\/p>\n<p>Dad told me he would be so excited to get home to see me that as soon as he walked in the front door, my mother would smile wryly and gesture toward my general whereabouts. She knew I was the apple of Dad\u2019s eye. Dad would usually find me in the play pen or the baby swing, and would make a beeline to me.<\/p>\n<table class=\"floatleft\" border=\"0\" width=\"300\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"5\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td rowspan=\"2\" width=\"60\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-9464 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\" alt=\"musicnotes-tiny\" width=\"50\" height=\"auto\" \/><\/td>\n<td width=\"414\"><strong>Words of Love<br \/>\n<\/strong>The Mamas and the Papas<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><a id=\"mbmaplayer_1375886788807\" class=\"{skin:&#039;black&#039;, animate:false, width:&#039;120&#039;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Mamas-Papas-Words-of-Love.mp3\">Mamas &amp; Papas &#8211; Words of Love<\/a><textarea class=\"map_params\" style=\"display: block; padding: 3px; background: #444; color: #fff; text-decoration: none;\" disabled=\"disabled\">map :: {skin:&#8217;black&#8217;, animate:false, width:&#8217;120&#8242;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}<\/textarea><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1056\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1056\" style=\"width: 400px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1056\" title=\"First flight\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/8-mo_florida1-300x247.jpg\" alt=\"First flight\" width=\"400\" height=\"331\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/8-mo_florida1-300x247.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/8-mo_florida1.jpg 507w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1056\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">First flight<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Mom and Dad were always extremely affectionate; Dad playing some sort of silly slapstick game (just like he always charmed little kids). Mom sang to me and got my creative impulses going with little word and story games.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Media\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=15697\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Movies from this era are delightful<\/a>. One shows me as a 1\u00bd year old next to Dad on the couch, Dad is trying to read me a book, but I keep fussing \u2026 clearly I have other ideas for a pastime! Like, ice cream maybe?<\/p>\n<p>There are many others that indicate that I was a very much wanted and loved baby, and to this day I am grateful for such wonderful parents.<\/p>\n<p>When I was eight months old, we flew to Miami Beach, and Nana came with us.<\/p>\n<p>Pictured is Dad sitting with me in the big hotel-provided crib: He looks happy\u2014I look confused \u2026 do Daddies belong in cribs?<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1053\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1053\" style=\"width: 400px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1053\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-me-crib-300x231.jpg\" alt=\"Do daddies belong in cribs?\" width=\"400\" height=\"309\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-me-crib-300x231.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/dad-me-crib.jpg 483w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1053\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Do daddies belong in cribs?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>My earliest memories are so happy\u2014 Mommy, Daddy, toys, songs, family, pop music on the stereo (thanks to Mom), playing in the snow, and also wearing Dad\u2019s big work shoes and Mommy\u2019s sunglasses.<\/p>\n<p>Mom stayed home to be with me, while Dad continued his long-standing job as Traffic Signal Technician in Newark. Dad would often stop by at Nana&#8217;s house on Parker Street for dinner while he worked for the city.<\/p>\n<p>Mom had met another new mother, Judy H, in the hospital when I was born, and her daughter came along the day before I did. (I must have booked an extra day because the accommodations were <em>sweet<\/em>.)<\/p>\n<p>Judy and her husband lived close enough to keep in touch on a regular basis, and also happened to be from Newark. They lived just across Route 18, in another development. I am told that at my first birthday party, Mrs. H and her baby daughter, Donna Marie, were there. My parents took me over to the Hudsons&#8217; many times.<\/p>\n<table class=\"floatleft\" border=\"0\" width=\"300\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"5\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td rowspan=\"2\" width=\"60\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-9464 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\" alt=\"musicnotes-tiny\" width=\"50\" height=\"auto\" \/><\/td>\n<td width=\"414\"><strong>Something<br \/>\n<\/strong>The Beatles<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><a id=\"mbmaplayer_1375886788807\" class=\"{skin:&#039;black&#039;, animate:false, width:&#039;120&#039;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Beatles-Something.mp3\">&#8220;Something&#8221; by the Beatles<\/a><textarea class=\"map_params\" style=\"display: block; padding: 3px; background: #444; color: #fff; text-decoration: none;\" disabled=\"disabled\">map :: {skin:&#8217;black&#8217;, animate:false, width:&#8217;120&#8242;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}<\/textarea><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<figure id=\"attachment_12152\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-12152\" style=\"width: 1052px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-12152 \" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/1stBday.png\" alt=\"My first birthday\" width=\"1052\" height=\"381\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/1stBday.png 794w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/1stBday-335x122.png 335w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/1stBday-600x218.png 600w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/1stBday-768x279.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-12152\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">My first birthday on Southwood Drive<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"pb-3 alignright wp-image-13477\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/mom-me-romanos-230x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"522\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/mom-me-romanos-230x300.jpg 230w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/mom-me-romanos.jpg 383w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There is a home movie of my first snow; Mom has me strapped to a little sled and she is pulling me along the quiet street, much to my delight. I am giggling and so is Mom.<\/p>\n<p>Dad&#8217;s fortieth Birthday party was at our Southwood Drive house, and the entire family came down. A home movie shows everyone in the fenced-in back yard, with me in my carriage, kids playing and adults eating and visiting.<\/p>\n<p>It was a surprise party, which somehow Mom managed to pull off. My dad later said that he&#8217;d arrived home that day to recognize Uncle Johnny&#8217;s car parked out front, and wondered why. He was absolutely thrilled with the surprise.<\/p>\n<p>There is a home movie of my first snow; Mom has me strapped to a little sled and she is pulling me along the quiet street, much to my delight. I am giggling and so is Mom.<\/p>\n<p>My earliest memories were being wheeled down Southwood Drive and standing in my crib trying to look out the window.<\/p>\n<p>Dad&#8217;s fortieth birthday party was at our house, and the entire family came down. A home movie shows everyone in the fenced-in back yard, with me in my carriage, kids playing and adults eating and visiting. I have no memories of this.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1123\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1123\" style=\"width: 400px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1123\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom2-300x273.jpg\" alt=\"Learning to walk (future marching drummer)\" width=\"400\" height=\"364\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom2-300x273.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom2.jpg 456w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1123\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Learning to walk (future marching drummer)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>It was a surprise party, which somehow Mom managed to pull off. My dad later said that he&#8217;d arrived home that day to recognize Uncle Johnny&#8217;s car parked out front, and wondered why. He was absolutely thrilled with the surprise.<\/p>\n<p>Mom and Dad took a second honeymoon trip cross-country in 1968, for their fifth anniversary.\u00a0I stayed with Grandmommy and Papa in Delaware for a few weeks.<\/p>\n<p>On their first trip, Dad would take that Caddy past 125 mph (the needle disappeared way to the right). This time, they assumed a bit more leisurely pace (oh, maybe 85) because they had their &#8220;little chicken&#8221; waiting for them back east.<\/p>\n<p>Movies of these trips may be viewed <a href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=15697\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">here<\/a> (3B and 4B).<\/p>\n<table class=\"ps-2 float-start\" border=\"0\" width=\"300\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"2\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"10\"><\/td>\n<td rowspan=\"2\" width=\"68\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9464 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/musicnotes-tiny.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"50\" height=\"61\" \/><\/td>\n<td width=\"329\"><strong>Mama Told Me (Not To Come)<br \/>\n<\/strong>Three Dog Night<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><\/td>\n<td><a id=\"mbmaplayer_1375797627046\" class=\"{skin:&#039;black&#039;, animate:false, width:&#039;120&#039;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/Three-Dog-Night-Mama-Told-Me-Not-To-Come.mp3\">&#8220;Mama Told Me (Not To Come)&#8221; by Three Dog Night<\/a><textarea class=\"map_params\" style=\"display: block; padding: 3px; background: #444; color: #fff; text-decoration: none;\" disabled=\"disabled\">map :: {skin:&#8217;black&#8217;, animate:false, width:&#8217;120&#8242;, volume:0.2, autoplay:false, loop:false, showVolumeLevel:true, showTime:true, showRew:true, downloadable:false, downloadablesecurity:false, id3: false}<\/textarea><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1134\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1134\" style=\"width: 430px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1134\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/snow-southwood-209x300.jpg\" alt=\"My first snow\" width=\"430\" height=\"615\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/snow-southwood-209x300.jpg 209w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/snow-southwood.jpg 376w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 430px) 100vw, 430px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1134\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">My first snow<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1118\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1118\" style=\"width: 430px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1118\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-dad.jpg\" alt=\"In the strong, gentle hands of my Dad\" width=\"430\" height=\"654\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-dad.jpg 300w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-dad-197x300.jpg 197w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 430px) 100vw, 430px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1118\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">In the strong, gentle hands of my Dad<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<h3>Another Baby<\/h3>\n<p>In 1969, I became aware Mommy would be soon having a baby, and as a 2\u00bd-year-old was so looking forward to it. So, when Mrs. Farrell across the street had her baby, Janet I thought Mom had popped (never mind she was still visibly with child). I went right over and kissed the newborn on the forehead the next time the Farrells came over.<\/p>\n<p>They thought that was so cute that they asked me to do it again so they could get a picture.<\/p>\n<p>There is a home movie of the three of us at a circus, my mother well advanced in pregnancy. I toddled around eating cotton candy and looking at the animals with Dad. Cousin Mona, aged 10 or so, was on that day trip with us.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1049\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1049\" style=\"width: 430px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1049\" title=\"At Grandmommy's House\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom-ste-newborn.jpg\" alt=\"At Grandmommy's House\" width=\"430\" height=\"594\" srcset=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom-ste-newborn.jpg 397w, https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/me-mom-ste-newborn-217x300.jpg 217w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 430px) 100vw, 430px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1049\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">At Grandmommy&#8217;s House<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Since my parents now had to look for a bigger house, they scouted areas as far south as Cliffwood Beach.<\/p>\n<p>They would often drive up and down Old Bridge Turnpike in East Brunswick, and saw three new houses being built there. One of them, a new split-level which sat on a lot and a half, was the model home for the development. The location was right, the size perfect and it was brand-new.<\/p>\n<p>They began the process of selling the Southwood Drive house and buying the one in East Brunswick. Unfortunately, their first house closed before the Township would authorize a CO for the new construction, so they had to stash all their things in storage and move to Newark to bunk temporarily with Nana and Granddaddy.<\/p>\n<p>My brother Steve crashed the party in July 1969. Mom was giving him a scheduled feeding in the hospital on July 19th, when he was two days old. That was the day of breaking news about NASA\u2019s walking on the moon for the first time.\u00a0Mom urged the nurse to let her keep my brother a while longer so she could hold him while watching the monumental event coverage on TV.<\/p>\n<p>Once we were cleared to move into our new home, we left Nana&#8217;s with a newborn in tow. I don&#8217;t recall any feelings of jealousy toward my new little brother. In fact, Mom and Dad always gave me lots of time and love, so integrating the new baby into family life was nearly seamless.<\/p>\n<p>I was now a big sister, an important role that meant helping Mommy with easy tasks (happy to report nothing diaper-related).<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><a title=\"Chapter 2: A Spanking New House\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=46\">Chapter Two: A Spanking New House<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-13050\" src=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/drum-avatar-thumbnail-sm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" \/><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Return to Memoirs\" href=\"https:\/\/adrummergirlslife.com\/?page_id=13681\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Return to Chapters<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CHAPTER 1: LI&#8217;L DRUMMERGIRL-TO-BE How it all began A good place to start would be with Mom and Dad&#8217;s wedding on June 16, 1963. 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