My mother took a lot of abuse from my good father. He would hit us all. He would burn her with his cigs. Her father was abusive as well. He it her with a rubber hose.

My memories of my mother was that she could really cook. But that she was also weak for not protecting us from his abuse. He made sure she was dependent on him. After the peace of shit died she could not do anything for herself. She actually missed the jerk.

But after my brother and I took her to a lot of Yankee games. She loved to watch Mickey mantle play.