This is a meme going around Facebook that I participated in. Since it includes a bit of my own personal history, I thought I'd include it here on my blog.
I grew up in the country and remember the outhouse. It always creeped
me out because there were spiders. Also going out there in the dark was
scary because it was far from the house. I had nightmares about that
place, the earth cracking and opening up and millions of spiders pouring
out from the cracks. brrr. I still shudder to think of that dream. I
remember when we got an indoor bathroom, how luxurious that was. I don't
remember where we took baths before that.
counter tops and cupboards were orange crate boxes stacked on top of one
another with a board on top and homemade curtains on one of those
spring curtain-"rods" to hold them in place. I got under the curtain and
wrote my name in chalk on the orange crate in my 4-year-old hand
writing. On the wall of the kitchen was a saying which I will never
forget which read: "I had no shoes and I complained, until I met a man
who had no feet." We looked at that while we did dishes every day.
I remember having my tonsils out, when I was four. The doctor came to
my room the night before the operation and knelt down by my bedside and
said a prayer for a successful surgery. I was comforted and wasn't
afraid. But when they put me under with ether, I could hear my name
echoing, and my hand-printed chalk name floated in all sizes before my
eyes. It scared me.
4. I remember a trip to
Pennsylvania when I was two. I remember loving the tunnels and standing
on the bump between the back and front seats (there were no seat belts)
and exclaiming, "come anuder hole!" I also remember when we got to
Pittsburgh, I was looking for the "clock shop on a corner in Pittsburgh
Pennsylvania", like Perry Como sang. It wasn't until just a few years
ago that I found out it was a "pawn shop"!!!!!! all these years I
thought it was a clock shop on a corner. I remember asking my mom where
the clock shop was as we passed all the corners in Pittsburgh. My
parents giggled. I listened to Perry Como and Tennessee Ernie Ford in my
young life. I always thought I would marry Tennessee. I was in love. He
taught me much of what I knew about my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ
through his beautiful songs.
5. I attended a
four-room/8-grade school with a hot-lunch cafeteria in the basement.
Mrs. Lolis was our beloved cook. I know this makes me sound ancient, but
I don't feel that old. . . There were two grades per room/teacher. Our
principal was also the 7th and 8th grade teacher. My first and second
grade teacher, Mrs. Winslett, owned a skating rink, and Friday nights we
would go roller skating. She was there, ringing the bell and turning
the crank on a display board which would say, "Reverse Skate, Backwards
Skate, Girls only, Boys only, couples only, etc". Mrs. Winslett saved
the boxes from the candy bars and put our phonics cards in them. I loved
Phonics, maybe it was the association with the chocolate smell?
my best friend and I were sent to the Principal's "office" for giggling
in class. We had to write our times tables from 1 to 12 in front of the
7th and 8th graders. It was mortifying and I learned them permanently
that day, never to forget. But our Principal, Mr. Gauthier was also an
amazing gymnastics coach, and when our country school was closed, he
moved onto our Jr. High, as a science teacher, where he taught my
friend, a few other girls and myself to do many gymnastic stuff. We
loved that man. We had ink-well desks in 5th/6th grades, but more modern
ones in the first four grades. I still have some of these ink-well
desks from when the school closed down.
6. I gave birth
to my third child alone in the bathtub after I drove myself to the
hospital and they sent me home, telling me that I was NOT in labor, even
though I was a week overdue. . . When Dave got home (he had to call for
a substitute so he could leave the control room of the power plant) and
found me with a brand new baby in my arms, he turned almost as white as
the wall and slowly sat down. The hospital took us serious when we
showed up with a brand-newborn baby in our arms. . .
I LOVE dolls, and have several walls in my sewing room filled with
stacked boxes of Barbie dolls on display which includes all the
princesses and princes, and the two who sing in harmony. I also own the
Carol Burnette one from their skit, Went With the Wind, with the curtain
rod and curtains draped over her shoulders, Farrah Faucett and Jack
Sparrow (yum). I own three Patty Playpal (three-year-old dolls) and
usually have one in the front room dressed for the season. For
Halloween, I dressed her in the costume I'd made for my own
three-year-old son. She sometimes freaks people out because she is so
life-like. But I think she's cute.
8. I sang my first
solo when I was five for my dad's shop Christmas party. I have sung in a
beloved 100-voice SATB choir, the Choral Arts Society of Utah, in Salt
Lake for the last 10 years, driving 300 miles round-trip every week, and
sometimes up to three times in one week on the week of performance. I
served 7 or 8 years on the board of directors as the Executive Secretary
and still have many business cards to prove it.
have sung in Carnegie Hall, at Larry Miller's funeral, the Kennedy
Center on Memorial Day, in Montana with the Helena Symphony Orchestra,
in Austria for Mozart's 250th birthday, along with 4-6 performances
every year around the community. Our beloved and very talented choir
director, Sterling Poulson, is also the channel 2 news meteorologist.
This Christmas I will sing in my very last concert with the choir (I am
moving out of state) and our guest performer will be Colin Raye.
Previous guests have included Nathan and David Osmond, sons of Alan
Osmond, George Dyer, Bar-J Wranglers, Michael Ballam, Joseph Paur and
several others I can't think of. I also sang in an 8-person backup choir for
9. My hubby and I met at the student
branch of our Church, and were friends for two years before we married.
We have been married for 39 years and are still best friends. We have
six children, three boys and three girls, and twenty grandchildren, ten
boys and ten girls. When the last grand daughter was born she evened out her
family to two girls, two boys and the grand children's numbers. When her dad was
born, he evened out our count as well. The oldest boy and girl were born in March, the youngest boy and girl were born in February and the middle boy and girl were born in January. They are scattered from the east to the west coast and several in between. They have awesome spouses I love them all.
My husband recently retired
so I have twice the hubby and half the pay check and it is just
fabulous. We have such a great time together and are still very much in
I spent 8 years as a farmer's wife, helping out with the
lambing, cattle drives, driving tractor, irrigating, and canning 30
bushels of fruits and vegetables every year. I miss the beautiful
scenery from that farm. We are moving to a home on 5 acres on a
mountain-side, so we might be able to pick up the fun parts of farming
again. . .
10. My sister and I went on a 2000 mile road
trip for a month when I was 23 and she was 19, in Ted Bundy country,
camping out at nights in our car at the road-side rest stops. In the
years before cell phones, we called home every night from a pay phone
using the operator and person-person long distance. Somehow the code
would include where we were, and my parents would say that person was
not there and not accept the call most times unless they wanted to talk.
Years later we discovered we fit the profile of Ted Bundy's victims.