To the editor:
All I had known about PAM is it’s a cookware spray.
Now I live in a neighborhood where not one, but two, ladies are called Pam. From the huge universe, they are both here and particularly benevolent human beings. They raised their adopted children.
One lucky young daughter was from the Soviet Union and the other three brothers were from an island. Now they’re all adult citizens.
Certainly love is the special gift we’re talking about. I was blessed with raising four of my own. I had a cousin — one of three triplets, one girl and two overprotective boys. She tried and tried to have a child and finally adopted and then immediately was also expecting. She has now raised two boys simultaneously.
I ask myself if I could be as wholehearted, competent and caring as those ladies. As an elder widow, what would I do without the attention of “Pam” and my local offspring?
The “Pam impetus” is what makes the world go around.
Carol Ann Pereski
Green Street
