“I never saw a pig until I met your father.” She used the line often. It always got a laugh.
We all knew what she meant. She was born and raised a city girl. She married the son of a dairy farmer.
“The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse” is a famous fable created in 600 BC and attributed to the Greek slave Aesop.
It could be used to describe my parents.
She was the consummate city girl, born and raised in Philadelphia, where her family settled in 1800. Educated in urban Catholic schools, she was an avid equestrian, trained in British riding skills. This was the only horsepower she knew. Public transportation was standard, she never needed a car.
She was bright, energetic, bored with traditional schooling, dropping out after 10th grade to find work. She was a beautiful, rebellious teen, spoiled by a doting father and disciplined by a strict mother. She had an active social life, quite a few suitors, only one serious relationship; in her words, the one that got away.
She met my father through friends when she was 20 years old. He was a 22 year old WW II veteran, steelworker in a town 30 miles west of the city, son of eastern European immigrants.
He was tall, handsome, charming. He won her over. They eloped to Maryland against all advice. He moved her to the country, to a rental he shared with his mother and younger sister.
Less than 2 months later, she had a job she loved, and was pregnant with my oldest sister.
My aunt married and moved out. I came along 2 years later. Grandma tended to the children as my mother worked for “Ma Bell”. Their dual income allowed them to purchase their first and only home.
Four more children arrived. My mother was now at home full time. She still did not drive.
At first, she learned to adapt to country life. Now, she was trapped in it. I can only imagine.
We often took train trips into Philadelphia. If she truly missed the city life, she didn’t talk about it much, at least not out loud.