Let’s talk bosoms. Are you all ready for a real Helen story? This is a true story and it happened 40+ years ago.
Let me do a bit of setting up the story.
The first photo on the left I call ‘High Hopes’ and the second one on the right I’m practicing my cheerleader pose.
Left photo is mom at John Brown College. Right, my mom, her sister Aunt Maxine, and the girls they had. My oldest sis, Lou Ann is standing next to mom, second from the left.
Mom, me and Sue
Sue and me
My brother caught me ‘underwears’ on vacation the summer before my junior year in high school. Said he might need it for blackmail purposes. This was the same trip that Ben woke me up, Helen, Helen, there’s a place that can help you!! I sat up and saw a sign, FLATS FIXED- $5.oo. And yes, the bra is padded. And there’s still enough room in each cup for a Chihuahua pup to be able to curl up and go to sleep.
My niece, Sarah and I out at the Lake Hefner spillway. They were letting some water out onto the spillway and you could catch fish with your bare hands. My baby brother and I took his kids and several nieces and nephews out and we had a ball.
If you look at the photos, you will notice that me, my sisters and our mom were, to put it nicely, not endowed. Pretty much flat as a board, one and all. One of the few jokes my momma ever told was that after I’d gotten my second motorcycle she said she was going to take me to the tattoo parlor and have them tattoo FRONT on my chest so if I was ever in a wreck paramedics would know not to turn my neck around the other way and kill me.
I’m getting tired so I’m going to make you wait for the story. I’ve got it all set up now and we will be able to get right to it (almost) tomorrow…
To Be Continued…
