on the moon the summer my high school sweetheart and I said our â€œI
doâ€™sâ€. As a farmerâ€™s daughter hailing from rural SW Minnesota Iâ€™d led a
pretty sheltered childhood, so New York and Viet Nam were as far away to
me as Armstrongâ€™s moon. Back then, girls usually married young, had kids
and lived happily ever after. I did the expected and never regretted
Thirty years later I stood at my high school sweetheartâ€™s graveside
surrounded by our three loving children. He was gone, I was alone. Now
what? I wasnâ€™t all that old, just 49, although I felt like shriveling up
and dying, God literally picked me up and carried me through.
Now six years later, Iâ€™ve remarried and moved to Arkansas. Simply put, I
carried on, I survived.
Work? Carol asked if I work outside the home. Not anymore, Iâ€™m retired.
My first job was that of a carhop, no roller skates, just service with a
smile. Other jobs over the years were that of; grocery store clerk,
church secretary, daycare provider, church organist, floral designer,
county courthouse secretary and web development business owner. Most of
these jobs were part-time, especially when the kids were young. Hubby
and I were of the opinion if we were going to have children, then they
were our first priority after each other. We had one car, two TVâ€™s, and
a house that was paid for, we were content.
My interest in writing began in high school speech class, crazy huh?
Well, I found in order to give a speech, I had to write it first. My
speeches were usually the funniest, got the most laughs and drew A+â€™s.
Iâ€™ve always loved to make people smile. Over the years, I continued
writing, took a few creative writing classes and loved it ohhh so very
much. However, that ended the winter my husband passed away. It seemed
my concentration and love of reading and writing had been buried with him.
Then one day, two years ago I decided to write my grief experience down,
how Iâ€™d survived, how Heâ€™d brought me through those dark and dreary
days. What we Christians refer to as, â€œA Testimony.â€ My fingers flew on
the keyboard that day, the tears rolled, but it all came forth, the
hurt, pain, agony, love, and the sweet wonderful feeling of release. I
knew at that time my heart had finally mended.
Reading, writing, Gathering, and soap making are just a few of my hobbies.
A few of my favorite things are; sitting on the deck and listening to
the thunder roll up and down the hills and hollers of the Ozarks, taking
long drives with my hubby, exploring nature, holding hands, cuddling on
the couch with my grandbaby, hugging my kids, saying â€œI love youâ€ and
praising God for all of lifeâ€™s blessings.
People who are continually late has to be my biggest pet peeve, this I
attribute to the fact Iâ€™m not a very patient person myself.
Social issues? Well, Iâ€™m not one to talk about politics or religion, as
I believe I can talk til Iâ€™m blue in face and Iâ€™ll never change anyoneâ€™s
mind. With that said, Iâ€™ll add, Iâ€™ll be voting for the presidential
candidate in the 08 election who comes up with the best universal
healthcare program. Why? Thatâ€™s simple, as it stands right now Iâ€™m
paying a quarter of my income for medical insurance. A RISK. My medical
premium is three times that of my house payment. Somethingâ€™s wrong.
Going back over my list of the articles, I discovered an article long
forgotten. It was one of my first:
Favorite song? That would have to be, â€œBecause You Loved Meâ€, Celine Dion
Happy birthdayÂ Lynn Â from all your friends at gather, we hope we have made your day a memorial one.
Note to the birthday club members.Â If you have not yet submitted your birthday dates to me please to so.Â I need to prepare well enough in advance. Furthemore, when I send you the questions to do your celebration I need to have them back, at least one day prior to your birthday.
Carol Roach: winterose.gather.com
The birthday Club:
Publisher: Storytime Tapestry
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