Just three weeks after my sixteenth birthday, I was married to the boy next door, Jim Dougherty. In those days I would be considered a child bride. I guess even by today’s standards I’d be considered one, too.
    Guess who designed my wedding gown? Aunt Ada. I was so proud; I was listed as her niece on my marriage certificate. You know, at my first wedding I had six mothers claiming and all weeping when I marched down the aisle. I guess they all considered me their daughter even though they were my foster mothers only- at one time or another in my young life.
     I didn’t know anything about marriage, especially the sex part of it, and I was scared to death of what a husband would do to me- but I’ll tell you more about this later on.