Her parents were childless for some time and Cathy was a bit of a surprise. I do suspect a little of that was done by the author.Cathy McClure was the daughter of a pharmacist and an amateur historian who lived in Lewiston New York in the 1950s. Or maybe I just lack the imagination to embellish incidents from my childhood with enough verve to make them interesting.
Even my mother going to back to work when I was young, although as I was just learning to talk and the trauma of being separated from her caused me to develop a stutter, just wasn't unusual enough. Bernice and Jim, you deprived me of my chance at fame by raising me in an ordinary 1950s farming community and living ordinary lives. What they all have in common are parents who live outside the norm for their time and location.
Some of the best childhood memoirs I have read are this one, The Glass Castle by Jeannette Wells and Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt. My parents were just not eccentric enough to give me the fodder for writing an interesting book. Now that I've read this book I realize that I don't have a hope of writing a best-selling memoir of my childhood.
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