Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Monday, December 2, 2019

All Went Well



The Vow Renewal  went very well. I thought it was going to be at the beginning of the service, but Pastor decided to do it in the middle, which was fine. Although my nerves would have calmed down a little sooner if it had been at the beginning. Actually, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be. 
The ceremony and service were beautiful and memorable. Much more memorable than our actual wedding. I don't remember much of it. I do remember it was a chilly day - normal for November in Ohio - and cloudy. At least until I walked down the aisle. just as I started down the sun came out and shined through the stained glass windows onto the aisle. 
We didn't have a mass either, just the ceremony. The priest said a few words and that was pretty much all. Why didn't we have a mass? My in-laws (mother in law especially) wasn't too keen on our marriage, especially with me being Catholic. So, we talked to the priest about it and all came to the conclusion that out of respect for her, we'd forgo the mass.  Probably wasn't fair to my parents when I stop and think about it. After all they did pay for the wedding. But that was the choice we made back then, so saying our
vows in the middle of our service was special. I was excited that most of my kids were there and some of my grandchildren.  The party after was small, immediate family, pastor and his family. 

Thanksgiving was great also. My sons and their families came to dinner and my daughters (well two of them since one was out of town) were supposed to come after. My middle daughter came but my youngest daughter only stopped in briefly because a new grandchild, for her .was possibly on the way and she was off to the hospital.  But, we still enjoyed the day. 
Next up is our Christmas Eve dinner on the 15th, hosted by my oldest daughter and all my children will be there as well as some of the grandchildren. For some reason we didn't get pictures on Thanksgiving so hope we get some on the 15th. I must be slipping. Looking forward to a busy December. 
The 13th we're hosting my brother in law and sister in law for a soup supper. Haven't decided which soup to make yet. Guess I'll have to figure out something soon. Debating on trying a new one or sticking with an old reliable.  I'm all for trying something new.  And of course Christmas to be celebrated at my youngest sons this year. Looking forward to that also, he's trying something different, going to smoke a brisket. Sounds yummy to me.  A busy year will soon come to an end. I'm looking forward to the new year, new things, and spending more time with my family. God is good!
Baby Isabella Nicole arrived on Dec. 3rd, weighing 6#4oz and 19 inches long. She's precious, as all babies are. 

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Sunday, November 24, 2019

Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Anniversaries



It's that time of year again. As Thanksgiving approaches, I reflect on things I'm thankful for. There are so many, I decided to list them on Facebook, a new one every day.  It's difficult to decide which one to post on which day.
I did this years ago and decided it was time to do it again as a reminder how blessed I am. 

Thanksgiving isn't just about turkey, dressing, and all the other delicious side dishes. While I'm grateful to celebrate the day with my family and enjoy the abundance of food, I look around and realize how blessed I am.  Not all of my family gathers for Thanksgiving dinner and that's okay. They have other
obligations, other families to visit. But I'm fortunate to have my sons for dinner. My daughters and some of the grandchildren come later for dessert ,and before you know it, chaos rules. 

Oh what a joy to hear their laughter and watch them interact. Each one speaking louder than the other to be heard. Some call us loud and obnoxious, but that's okay. I love every deafening, boisterous minute of it. 

And so begins the holiday season. Well, actually it begins a little earlier for me. Since the kids take turns hosting Christmas, I started putting my tree up before
Thanksgiving so everyone can enjoy it. - Not sure how much they enjoy it, but I love it and any excuse to decorate. Christmas is my favorite time of year and celebrating for more than a month suits me fine. 

This year, my husband and I decided to renew our marriage vows. Our anniversary happens to be today,, so we're doing it at church this morning. And it gives us another day to celebrate.
It's not a milestone year, but it's been 57 years. Several people asked why now, why not wait until 60 or why didn't we do it at 50.  

Why? Because although 50 was a milestone, we weren't in a position financially at 50 to host a party.  And I don't want to wait for 60. I learned a long time ago not to wait for something. Would we still be here in 3 more years? Hard to say. Honestly it's difficult to say we'll be here in a couple weeks. And if we are still here in 3 more years, we'll celebrate again, just not with a vow renewal. Who says you have to do it at milestone years anyway? Isn't 57 a milestone. Isn't every year a milestone, especially in today's times? 

I look forward to standing before God, my family, and the congregation, repeating my vows and acknowledging to the love of my life that I'd marry him all over again. 

So, yes, another reason to be thankful. It's a good year, and I'm thankful for my many blessings.  Praise God!

Sunday, May 8, 2016

On Becoming a Mother

When I became a mother, I couldn’t believe the overwhelming sense of awe that came over me as I held my daughter for the first time. Love that I’ve never known before filled my heart as I gazed at this tiny being that lay in my arms. A realm of emotions went through me in a matter of seconds. This child depended on me. Was I up to the task? Would I be a good mother? What did I know about raising a child? 


Sure, I’d been around babies ever since I could remember – I started babysitting at age twelve, but even before that babies fascinated. I used to visit new mothers on warm summer days and play with their babies. I even offered to take them for walks. I always loved kids.

But this was different. I wasn’t babysitting. This child wasn’t going home with me. She was mine.
 I had to care for her full time – feed her, change her, bathe her, soothe her when she cried.

Back then babies were kept in the nursery, except for feedings. I’ll never forget that first feeding. The nurse brought my daughter in and put her in my arms – we had to lie flat in our beds. Not the easiest way to feed a bottle. Anyway, she gave me the bottle and I put it in her mouth. She didn’t immediately start sucking, so the nurse showed me how to jiggle the bottle to initiate the process.
 

It worked and she began sucking on the bottle, only to begin choking. Fortunately, the nurse was still there. I panicked and took the bottle from her mouth while trying to hold her in an upright position, again no easy feat while you’re lying down. The nurse took the bottle, put it in her mouth, and literally gagged my daughter, who immediately began spitting up.

Let me tell you, I was ready to blast her a good one. Who did she think she was choking my child? She repeated the action, and my daughter spit up a lot of mucus. The nurse quietly explained we needed to get that mucus out. Yeah, like I was going to choke my daughter on purpose.
Somehow, we got through that feeding and the subsequent ones went fine, although my baby remained a spitter until she was about three months old.

My daughter has become a beautiful young woman with three children and grandchildren of her own, so I guess I managed to raise her well. I call her my experimental child. While she was the first to get to do everything – a fact her sisters never let me forget – she was also the one we made our mistakes with.
It helped having an older sister with two children and of course my mother, who, God bless her, was helpful, even if some of her ideas were old-fashioned or old wives tales. We worked through all the childhood diseases, stitches, and heartbreak and we had a lot of good times too.

But it didn't end there. My second daughter was as different from the first as night and day right down to their coloring. While the first was fair, bald (eventually blond), the second was olive skinned, with a dark brown curl on top of her head. When they first brought her to me, I asked if they were sure she was my baby. I expected a replica of the first, so I was quite shocked.
 
They were also different in temperament as they grew older. When the third daughter came along, I expected her to look like one of the older two. Not so, this little girl had carrot orange hair. Talk about shocked.
 She had a temper to match the firey head of hair. When she learned to walk, my father in law called her a bull in a china shop. She plowed through the house like she was on a mission; usually to disrupt her sisters. 
Like most people I thought sons were the same as daughters. I couldn't have been more wrong. When I held my oldest son in my arms, having a son took on a whole new meaning.   Somehow I knew I was having a boy - don't ask me how. Mother's intuition? We didn't have ultra sounds back then, but I told the nurse, who made up the beads ahead of time, this one was a boy. She had used pink beads, but promised if I had a boy, she'd change them. When I woke up - yes, I was asleep during these births - true to her word, she had changed them to blue beads.
 A more patient baby, I've never seen. From the day I brought him home, he stopped crying the minute I turned him over to change him. Oh yeah, babies slept on their tummies back then.

My second son insisted on giving me false labor pains for two weeks before he was born every evening right around dinner time and lasting into the night. I think he just didn't want me to eat.
 I woke up one morning, went to the bathroom and wow, cramps started up immediately. Since  my husband wasn't home from work yet, I called my sister who lived a couple streets away. Unfortunately, her husband had already left for work. So I called the one and only neighbor I knew - we had only moved in a couple months previously - and asked her to get me a ride to the hospital.
 
Fortunately she called another neighbor and came to sit with my kids. While we waited for the other neighbor to get there. I paced. My neighbor got nervous and told me to sit down. I told her I couldn’t, which made her more nervous. Baby #5 was born an hour after I got to the hospital, weighing in at 5#5oz. my smallest child. His temper didn't match his size. When he wanted something, he let everyone know it.
My youngest son arrived quite unexpectedly. He wasn't due for another month. Weighing in at 7#6oz and 21 inches long, he was far from premature. Definitely a miscalculation on someone’s part.
While my three daughters looked so different, my three sons, all blond, looked like their father. Of course they all had different personalities.
 
With each child, I experienced the same overwhelming awe, happiness and a variety of emotions, but the fear lessened. With each one, I knew I was capable of raising them. God blessed me with three beautiful daughters and three handsome sons, all of whom I love more than life itself. They’ve in turn bestowed fourteen beautiful grandchildren on me. It’s great being a mother. Life is good.


Angella - blond - oldest
Kimberly - brunette - 2nd
Patricia - red head - youngest daughter


Daniel - the baby - left
Timothy - 5th child - middle
Brian - oldest son - right


All of us (several years ago) the ones in the inserts couldn't be with us that day.  It's great to be surrounded by family
Happy Mother's Day everyone!



Friday, December 25, 2015

Christmas by Roseanne Dowell

 Our Christmas celebration begins tonight. Every year my siblings and I get together to celebrate. A lot has changed over the years, what started out at my parents soon got taken over by us kids. As my parents aged, and our families grew, it got to be too much for them. Between us six kids, there were 23 grandchildren. Quite a crowd. What started out
as a traditional Christmas Eve dinner soon turned into snacks like potato chips and pretzels.
Each of my siblings and I took turns hosting, which wasn't too bad actually. We only had it once every five years - one of my siblings wives opted out. I guess the idea of 14 adults and 23 kids was too much for her to handle, but the rest of us participated.
Of course our families grew, the grandchildren married and one by one dropped out, having in-laws to visit. Soon there were just me and my siblings and a few grandchildren whose in-laws lived out of town. Alas, now it's just my two brothers and one sister. My parents have  passed on as well as one brother and sister. This year we're down to just the eight of us.
What started out as a joke many years ago soon became a tradition in our family. Joke gifts. We decided early on since there were so many of us not to give the traditional gift, other than for my parents who we bestowed a real gift. Not that my mom was excluded from the joke gifts. Far be it from us not to include her. I think we all get our sense of humor from our mother. She loved to play tricks and jokes on people.  
Every year my sisters and I would get together a week or two before
Christmas to come up with ideas to give my brothers. Often our gifts would include letters composed by our three minds put together. Often our gifts consisted of something to wear. 
Once the group shrunk to just my siblings, we began giving serious gifts also. Many times my gifts were homemade, quilts, embroidery, photos my husband took. After all, finding something for people who virtually had everything was quite a feat. Eventually, that became too difficult and we stopped, but the joke gifts continued. 
At least they did until this year. One of my sister in laws and my sister ran out of ideas. So this year, there won't be any joke gifts. 
In fact, this year will be the last with my oldest brother. They've purchased a house in Florida and next year will spend Christmas there. It saddens me to think we won't all be together, but at least my younger sister and brother will still participate. We'll be down to six.
No matter how many of us there are, it'll still be a fun evening. 
I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas. 

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas

 Our Christmas celebration begins tonight. Every year my siblings and I get together to celebrate. A lot has changed over the years, what started out at my parents soon got taken over by us kids. As my parents aged, and our families grew, it got to be too much for them. Between us six kids, there were 23 grandchildren. Quite a crowd. What started out
as a traditional Christmas Eve dinner soon turned into snacks like potato chips and pretzels.
Each of my siblings and I took turns hosting, which wasn't too bad actually. We only had it once every five years - one of my siblings wives opted out. I guess the idea of 14 adults and 23 kids was too much for her to handle, but the rest of us participated.
Of course our families grew, the grandchildren married and one by one dropped out, having their own in-laws to visit. Soon there was just me and my siblings and a few grandchildren whose in-laws lived out of town. Alas, now it's just my two brothers and one sister. My parents have  passed on as well as my oldest brother and older sister. This year we're down to just the eight of us.
What started out as a joke many years ago soon became a tradition in our family. Gag gifts. We decided early on since there were so many of us not to give the traditional gift, other than for my parents who we gave a real gift. Not that my mom was excluded from the joke gifts. Far be it from us not to include her. I think we all get our sense of humor from our mother. She loved to play tricks and jokes on people.  
Every year my sisters and I would get together a week or two before
Christmas to come up with ideas to give our brothers. Often the gifts included letters composed by our three minds. Often our gifts consisted of something to wear an funny outfit. Last year we gave my older brother a suit decorated with glitter glue and poinsettias. 
Once the group shrunk to just my siblings, we began giving serious gifts also. Many times my gifts were homemade, quilts, embroidery, photos my husband took. After all, finding something for people who virtually had everything was quite a feat. Eventually, that became too difficult and we stopped, but the gag gifts continued. 
At least they did until this year. One of my sister in laws and my sister ran out of ideas. So this year, there won't be any joke gifts. 
In fact, this year will be the last with my oldest brother. They've purchased a house in Florida and next year will spend Christmas there. It saddens me to think we won't all be together, but at least my younger sister and brother will still participate. We'll be down to six.
No matter how many of us there are, it'll still be a fun evening. 
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year. 

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Finally

After a month and a half, we're finally getting to go to my son's for dinner. First we were sick, then we had two snow storms. Today is a beautiful, albeit cold, dry day and I'm looking forward to it. He moved into is house the end of November and took a while to get settled. We've not seen it since he moved in.
As I've posted before this has ben a bitterly cold winter with quite a lot of snow and we've pretty much been hibernating (so to speak). Definitely getting cabin fever, so this visit today couldn't have come at a better time.

Hit a block on my work in progress. Aunt Beatrcie Lulu quit talking again. Very unusual for her. She usually won't shut up. I'm sure she'll start again soon. Hopefully not today because if I don't get it written down immediately, I forget it and all is lost. I've often got up in the middle of the night because a thought came to me and I learned early on not to trust my memory. 

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

All in the Family

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Taking over the police chief's job in her hometown should have been easy for Callie Johnson. At least that's what she thought. After
working in a big city, small town crime would be a breeze. What a suprise when she arrives to finc her grandmother, the judge, accused of murder. As if that isn't enough, she's attacked while walking to her car. Between criminal investigations, her nutty family's antics and her Aunt Beatrice Lulu's matchmaking, Callie definitely has her work cut out for her. Will her grandmother be exonerated? Can Callie ward off her aunt's unsuitable suitors? 

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Excerpt:
Callie looked around her first crime scene in Symtheville. Typical vandalism – nothing special about it. According to Jim this park had been vandalized several times over the last couple months. But this time was different. This time they had a witness. Sergeant Billings nodded to the little girl standing next to Officer Peters.
“That’s my witness?” Couldn’t be more than six or seven – what could a kid that age tell them? Still better than nothing.
“Hi.” Callie knelt next to the child – eye to eye so to speak. “What’s your name?”
Berry.”
Berry, that’s pretty. What’s your full name?”
“Huckleberry Kane.”
“Huckleberry! How’d you get a name like that?” Callie darn near bit her tongue. One of these days she’d learn to think before she spoke. Although the kid didn’t seem to take offense.
“My Grampaw named me.” Berry pulled on a strand of curly, red hair, lowered her freckled face, and kicked the dirt with her bare feet.
Those had to be the prettiest, greenest eyes she’d ever seen. “Well, Berry, that sure is a pretty name. I understand you saw who spray painted the park and broke the swings. Did you know them?”
Berry hooked her thumb through the strap on her bib overalls, kicked the dirt and shook her head.
“Can you describe them to me?”
Berry shrugged. Her tiny little shoulders brushed against her curls.
“Okay then...” Callie stood. Kneeling wasn’t the most comfortable position, and Berry wasn’t much of a talker. Wonder what she’d do with a sketch artist. Names certainly weren’t forth coming. “Sergeant, where’s the child’s parents?”
“Uh, um, her parents are dead, Chief, her grandfather has custody. He hasn’t arrived yet. We sent someone for him about twenty minutes ago.”
“Twenty minutes, where do they live?”
“Just a few houses down, according to the kid.”
“Go see what’s taking so long. I want to take Berry to the station, let her look at some pictures, maybe sit her down with a sketch artist.”
 “Chief Johnson!”  Peters raced across the park and stopped just short of knocking into Berry. “Chief can I see you alone a minute?”
Callie followed him a short distance away from Berry. “Okay, Peters, what’s going on?”
“Her grandfather, he’s...uh...” The officer looked at Berry and lowered his voice. “They found him unconscious on the kitchen floor. They called for an ambulance. They just took him to the hospital.”
Great, just what she needed another complication. She blew the hair out of her eyes. “Does she have any other relatives?”
“I don’t know, I was going to check with the neighbors. No one around here talks much. It’s like pulling teeth trying to get information.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Callie went back to Berry and knelt down next to her again. What a rotten thing to happen, poor kid.  “Berry, do you have any aunts or uncles?”
“Uncle William.”
“Okay, good. Where is Uncle William?”
“At work.”
Callie let out a chuckle. Of course he’s at work, what was she thinking? “Do you know where he works?”
“At the flour mill.”
“Officer, contact the flour mill, see if you can find William Kane. Let him know what’s going on.  I’m taking Berry to the hospital. Tell him we’ll meet him there.”
Callie stood and took Berry’s hand.  Better stop off and get the kid some shoes. “Okay, Berry, where do you live?”
“Right over there.” 
“Good, let’s get your shoes, and then we’re going for a ride.  Your grandpa said it was okay.”
“Why is Grampaw in the hospital?”
 Smart kid.  Now what?  Be honest, sure she’s only a kid, but she deserved the truth. So much for trying to keep it secret. “Your grandfather got sick and the ambulance took him to the hospital.  I’m going to take you there now, and we’ll meet your uncle. Okay?”
Berry pulled her hand out of Callie’s and raced toward the house.
Callie hurried to catch up and followed Berry into a small bungalow and looked around. Neat and tidy, but lived in. She couldn’t contain her curiosity and looked around the small living room. Furniture looked old but in good condition. Small TV in the corner. Nothing fancy here. A fairly new rag doll sat on an old rocker. Probably Berry’s. She smiled. Didn’t look like Berry played with it much. If she ventured a guess, she’d bet Berry was a a tom-boy. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Heck, she’d been a tom-boy herself. Still was if push came to shove. The kitchen had been cleaned, but the delicious aroma of breakfast still filled the room. Bacon and eggs. Her stomach growled. Half a bagel wasn’t much of a breakfast.
Berry came back with her shoes and put them on. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“So Berry, how old are you?” Callie asked on the way to the hospital.
“Six.”
“Do you go to school?”
“Yes.”
“What grade are you in?” She’d never found it so difficult talking to a child before.
“First. Is Grampaw going to be okay?”
Callie glanced at the little girl, sitting on the seat next to her. Poor kid must be worried sick about her grandfather. “I’m sure he’s going to be fine.” What else could she say? She had no idea what was wrong with the man. Hopefully, it was nothing serious. She pulled into the parking lot at Park General Hospital and helped Berry out of the car.
“Grampaw isn’t going to die is he? Like Momma and Daddy did?”
Fortunately, Callie was spared having to answer. The doctor reassured her and Berry that Grampaw was going to be just fine. “You’ll be allowed to see him in just a few minutes.”
Berry and Callie went into the waiting room and sat down when a tall, muscular man caused a disturbance at the information desk. She jerked upright to see what was going on.
“My niece!” the man shouted.
“Uncle William!” Berry jumped up, raced to the man, and flung herself into his arms, and clung to him.
Callie hurried to join them. “Mr. Kane, I’m Chief Johnson.  Berry witnessed some vandalism at the park. I was hoping you’d allow her to come down to the station and look at some pictures and maybe talk with a sketch artist.”
William Kane threw Callie a look so murderous; she thought she’d been stabbed. His brown eyes glared into hers.
“No! She can’t come down to the station.  What do you mean taking a six year old child in for questioning?”
 “Mr. Kane, she’s our only witness. And I haven’t taken her anyplace for questioning. I brought her here to see her grandfather, who, thank God, is going to be fine, by the way.”  Damn it! Callie turned away and bit her tongue before she said anything else to anger this man.  She needed his permission – unless Grampaw gave his, and under the circumstances, Callie figured William Kane would fight it.
 She turned back to face him. Good looking in a boy next door sort of way. His blond crew cut suited him.  “Look, Mr. Kane, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot here.  I know you’re worried about Berry and your father, and believe me – I only have her best interest at heart.  But she is a witness, and I think she can identify the boys who did this.”
William took a deep breath and redness deepened his cheeks. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You’re right I was worried about Berry and my dad, but that was no reason to attack you that way.” He wiped his hand on his pants and extended it toward her.
She shook his hand. His smile extended all the way into his eyes and wrinkled his nose in a funny sort of way.  Cute! “Good then you won’t object and will bring Berry down to the station to look at some pictures? This is the third time this summer that park’s been vandalized. I really want to get these kids.”
“I’ll bring her down, but only if you’ll agree to have dinner with us. My way of apologizing”
Berry hugged William’s neck. “We get to eat out, yippee!” She loosened her hold, slid down out of his arms, and skipped over to Callie. “Say you’ll come, Miss Callie, please say you’ll come.”

Callie laughed.  “Well, with an invitation like that how can I refuse?” 



Friday, May 25, 2012

Something different

Today is my birthday and I've decided to do something different. For starters, I blogged at Inside Books We Love blog. http://bwlauthors.blogspot.com Check it out you might be surprised.
So, what is this blog going to be about? Well about me, of course.
To use a phrase Bill Cosby used, 'I started out as a child.' Didn't we all?  I was born on May 25th (of course, otherwise it wouldn't be my birthday). I was the fifth child of six. My younger sister was born on May 24th, four years later. But this is about me. So, back to me. I had three older brothers and an older sister. I had a normal childhood. At least I guess it was normal in a family with six children. Since I have nothing to compare it to, I'll say it was normal. I did all the things most kids did. Played baseball, climbed trees - yes, I was a bit of a tomboy, with three older brothers, how could I help it? But, yes, I still played with dolls and dressed up in my cousin's high heels and fancy dresses. My cousin's were considerably older than us, so they gave us their prom dresses and high heels and the heels today, have nothing on these. Yes, they were spikes.  I even played bride with my sister and my mother's old lace curtains.
I had normal teenage years, nothing spectacular. I remember going to canteen every Wednesday night - for those of you who don't know, it was a dance- and of course I met my first love there. I think I was 13. Usually the girls danced with girls, except for the slow dances, but there were quite a few guys who also fast danced. I remember the closing song every week was Twilight Time by the Platters. The dance was from 7 to 9:30 and a group of us walked there together. Sometimes the love of my life  walked me home and held my hand. What a thrill that was.
High school wasn't anything special. I was an average student, liked some subjects hated others. I remember the first time we got to type on the NEW electric typewriters. Wow, what a difference from the others. Took some practice, too, because if you just touched the key, it was off and running. Before you knew it you could have a whole line of A's. By then, I'd had several other boyfriends. I met my husband when I was 15 at the end of summer. We dated steadily pretty much after that. Although, we did break up once for a few months. I dated a couple other guys during that time, but none steady. Once we got back together, that was it. I knew he was the one.
My parents moved during my junior year and I had to go to a new school. Not fun when you're a junior. Since the new school didn't have some of the subjects I was taking and the classes for a few others were full, they allowed me to go back to my old school. You can't imagine how happy I was about that. The next summer, I decided I didn't want to go to the new school for my senior year. Besides, my dream in life was to get married, have a bunch of kids and be a wife and mother. So, in July, we ran off to get married.
You can't imagine the time we had. First our car broke down - transmission. Got that fixed, finally got to Michigan and applied for our license.  That's when we found out we had to wait three days to get married. We just spent all our money on a transmission, we didn't have enough for a hotel, so we came home - unmarried. My parents weren't real happy with me, but since one of my brothers and sisters had eloped, they took it surprisingly well. They knew we were determined to get married, so they agreed to sign the papers and gave us a wedding. Now, I know you all think 17 is too young to get married, and basically it is, but you  have to remember it was a different time back then. Girls were just starting to go to college, women worked until they got married and had kids, not many were looking for a career. It was still a time where women stayed home. I had never intended to go to college anyway.
Sixteen months later, my first child, a daughter was born. Twenty-one months later, my second, and so on and so on. Twenty-eight and six children later, we decided that was enough. Needless to say ours was a noisy household. Noisy and fun and lively. And expensive. We chose to send our children to a private school and when my youngest was in Kindergarten, I took a job as an aide to the remedial teachers. It was only two days a week, but the income helped. When my youngest entered first grade, I became the school secretary. I couldn't have asked for a better job. I worked when they were in school, I was home when they were home - well all except for two weeks in the summer. By then my oldest was in high school and I didn't need a sitter, so it worked out well.
I loved that job. Loved the people I worked with and loved the kids. It was an ideal situation all the way around.
One by one my children got married and had their own children. They've blessed me with fourteen grandchildren and now, Glory be to God, a great grandchild. I have three married granddaughters and another getting married in August. Maybe it won't be long before they bless me with more great grandchildren. My youngest grandchild is actually younger than my great grandchild by a couple of months. They'll both be turning two this year.
So there you have it - the story of my life. Amazing how 67 years only fills up a couple paragraphs. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I also worked as a florist for a craft store, and probably most of you know I'm a writer. I write romance - contemporary, mystery and paranormal. You can find my books across the top of this blog.
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