“Charlie’s Angels”, a popular TV show I loved to watch in the 70’s, focused on three beautiful, big haired, adventuresome young women out to solve all sorts of crimes. My Dad had three “angels” of his own to deal with during that same time, and although not beautiful, and big haired, we certainly added adventure to his life spelled
A-N-I-E-X-T-Y. My sisters Debbie and Sherri and of course myself made up this dynamic trio. Being close in age we were quite a handful for Dad to contend with during our teenage years. Remember the 70’s? Oh my! Mini-skirts, love beads, marihuana, loud rock concerts, flower power, sexual revolution, black-light posters, the Vietnam war, birth control pills, long haired boys, rebellion to authority, terms like “far out”, “dream on”, “can you dig it?” are a few of the “highlights” parents were challenged with. That is the same time Dad began taking blood pressure, nerve, and sleeping pills. All quite justified. We were no longer his sweet, darling little “daddy’s girls”, living to serve and please him. OH NO, those times were distant memories by the time we hit
15, 16, and 17 all wanting to use the car, fighting for the shared bathroom, the one stereo to blare our music through, not wanting a curfew and refusing to obey it anyhow. Lots of battles were fought, lots of feelings hurt, lots of tears shed. Gosh, now, when the three of us reflect on that period we are overwhelmed with embarrassment for the shameful things we did and the agony our precious Dad endured (because he loves us). The good news is that at 52, 53, and 54 we have again become “Daddy’s Angels” delighting in serving and loving him. PS. He no longer needs nerve and sleeping pills to enjoy our company!