My mother was a World War II bride from France. She met my father, a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne, shortly after the liberation of Paris. My father was from, White Castle, a small Louisiana town. He grew up speaking Cajun French, which, when he met my mother, allowed them to communicate. My mother could not speak English. Fast forward to several years and 4 children later, my mother went to Tulane University in New Orleans where she earned a masters degree in education. My mother did her student teaching when I was 7 years old. One day she demonstrated to me something she made for her class. It was a shoe box with a large round hole in the side of it and small pinpricks in the top. We went into a darkened room and she put a flashlight in the side hole and turned it on. I was amazed at the patterns of light the tiny holes made . She explained to me that the lights represented constellations in the night sky. I had to see the real constellations for myself. I was in awe by what I saw. I got my first telescope when I was 10, made my own small telescope when I was 12 and made my own observations that I kept in notebooks. I spent most of my time reading and studying astronomy. I love it and to this day I'm still reading and making observations. Thanks, Mom!
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