Veronica Peters childhood.

My mother was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The first child to father Richard Peters and her mother, whom she was named after, Veronica Peters. When my mother was born they say that her face was so pretty that it looked like a doll. Thus they called her Dolly and the name stayed as a family name throughout her life, her nieces and nephews even calling her Aunt Dolly, though I called her mom of course.
My mother was born and then shortly afterward Grandpap, Richard Peters, went of to Germany to fight in World War II.
Of his experience I only know that he happened to be at the liberating of one of the concentration camps. He saw a man basically starved to death. Feeling compassion fro him he gave him a piece of food to eat. THe man ate it very quickly but was unable to digest it and died pretty much right there. Grandpap only told this story to his wife and it was only long after he was dead that Grand mom happenend to mention the story one night when I was a child, everyone in the room including my mother hearing it for the first time.

My Grandfather returned and then had five more children, my Uncles and Aunts.
Francis, Richard, Kathleen, Tommy, and Charlene.
My mother being the oldest, helped to raise the younger ones. She was also somewhat of a tom boy growing up, climbing trees etc.
She had many bloody fights because of the nature iof the neighborhood she grew up in and in Catrholic school as well. Once after a girl tripped her down the satirs and began betaing her, she was able to end the fight by ramming the other girl's head repeatedly into the concrete, there was quite some blood.
Apparently, such was Catholic school.
My mother's ethnic background consisted of German Irish Polish and some French and English. However she always told people she was German-Irish as that was the acceptable race and Polish people seemed to always be made fun of in thiose days, despite the fact that they may have been more Polish than anything else and her Grandmother used to speak to her in Polish and she remembers understanding as a little girl.

I have a great Aunt Dolores who once , near her ending days, told me some stories about the Polish Catholic traditions they used to have when she was a girl.
Something about having a meet with the fat having a design of a Saint and the Priest travelling door to door to bless it. I forgot for which holiday, but I remember liking that these type of traditions existed on my White side as well as my Chinese side.

My mother grew up was educated as a chemist and went on to Travel the world.