I am so surprized the response I get when I tell people that my husband is stationed overseas. I guess I shouldnt be, living in a small town like I do now. Where I was raised, and well for 1, how I was raised it was normal, Dads would come and go all the time. I was "an Air Force Brat" and proud of it! Yes my Daddy served this country and I am very proud of him for doing so. My mom raised my brother and I the best she could when Dad was gone, and I think thats one of the reasons I am the way I am today. I have a heart of gold, and a loving soul. I hold my tongue when needed, blunt and honest since the day I was born.
We didnt move very much growing up. I was born in Hampton, moved to Clovis NM when I was 2, I used to put those little black frogs in my brothers lunch box before he went to school, because he hated them ;~), but he payed me back, he caught my hand in the van door :~( at the bus stop. I wont eat squash thanks to the babysitter I had there, she took it out of the oven, I wanted to try it right then, she was on the phone and I grabbed a piece and burnt the roof of my mouth....to this day will not eat it. We had a big open field behind our house on base there, we would fly kites, I remember Marty crying a lot. (my brother) I dont remember why, maybe his kite blew away or something. I do remember White sand and holding a HUGE tranchala!!! (remember I was probally 3yrs old) then we moved back to Hampton VA.
Stayed in VA a few years then moved to Sumter SC. Now back then I was very blonde headed. went to school, came home and told momma that I wanted braids in my hair. So she put 2 pig tails in with braids. I told her no, braids all over, and barettes too! "just like all my little friends at school" my mom laughed so hard and told me she couldnt because my hair wouldnt hold them all. I think back and just laugh, and think why cant this world be that easy anymore? why do we have to deal with so much hate? Even within our own races? Its a black thing, its a white thing....really? How about its a world thing and we all just join together and make peace? oh thats right, that would make to much sense.....
Sorry, where was I....oh yeah, so we lived in Sumter for 2 years, then back to VA. so when someone askes me where are you from, I always reply Hampton VA.
Its amazing I can remember so much from my younger years, but its hard to remember what I did last week. Maybe this blog will help get memories back for me? maybe it will help me somehow? I dont know, something or someone up above is telling me to write and what to write.
Like tonight, I am tired, its almost midnight, had a blast going out bowling with a bunch of friends and their kids. I mean had a really fun filled family night! But I am worn out, about to go to bed, nope have to grab the laptop, sit in bed and type. I hope everyone is enjoying it so far. have a great night.
Nan
This is wonderful. Earlier generations would write down lifes events on cave walls, and then in books. But now this is a living journal that you are documenting for your kids and there kids to come (not to soon, I hope). This is your history and what you did, how you did it and your veiws on things.
ReplyDeleteThis is great honey and I am very proud of you for taking this on. I love you and miss you bunches.
JJ