I was born during the Depression in Springfield, Ohio, to wonderful parents who had a Christian background. I had two sisters; and we were born two years apart. As we grew older, dad and mom quit going to church but they would insist that we girls go. They didn't quit all at once, they would attend during the holidays or if we had a part in the Christmas plays. That was expected of any "good parent." Yet, at the age of 11, my mother and father divorced. We girls were never around to hear them argue, so the divorce was quite a jolt. Dad kept my middle sister and me, and our youngest sister went...