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part fifteen

01:40 May 25 2009
Times Read: 593


This is most likely my last entry as member of the month for the coven…The house my husband and I were hoping to buy after doing another walk through on Friday is no longer just a dream or a hope…we got the house! I m so extremely happy I am about to bust! I know it needs some work on the inside to restore it to its original grandeur but I think it’s worth the work…Please keep in mind when viewing these pictures that this house has been empty for almost two years, and it wasn’t cared for in the manner it deserved 5 years prior to that.



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Living room

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Dining room

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Kitchen

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Yes, that's double ovens built into the wall!



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New kitchen sink!



2nd floor window room, these windows are on 3 sides of the room…this will be my office and craft room.



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Master bedroom

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Bedroom 2

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Bedroom 3, the room we currently call “the cave” because of the dark green paint with white flecks that’s on the walls and ceiling!

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End of the hall on the 2nd floor

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So that is a full bath and four rooms on the second floor…each room has some very unique and odd things about it, all of them have little recessed cabinets and lots of shelves inside their nice large closets…the window room has 2 doors with a small foyer in between them, with a linen closet off to the left as you enter that foyer. The half bath is off from the back of the kitchen.



It also has a full basement with yet another finished bedroom down there, a root cellar and pantry, and a few other little quirks and surprises. At the end of the nice large backyard is a very old carriage house that has been converted into a garage…there are numerous large flower beds all the way around the house and the right front corner of the yard is an Ivy bed that is just simply beautiful!



I know this entry was long, but what can I say, I am very excited about our new home, it has much character and as Robert put it---class that is hiding under some moderate neglect.



Oh, and by the way---ALL the door knobs are those really pretty glass knobs! I JUST LOVE this house!

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LadyChordewa
LadyChordewa
05:51 May 25 2009

Congrats!!! That looks beautiful!



 

17:54 May 15 2009
Times Read: 595


What is your Aura

Blue Aura
Blue Aura
You have the Blue Aura..





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part fourteen

18:32 May 13 2009
Times Read: 605


In my spare time, besides restoring dolls I also make things and do flower arranging…here are a few of my creations.

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cadrewolf
cadrewolf
18:58 May 13 2009

Such a talented lady. Amazing





garnetdoll
garnetdoll
19:59 May 13 2009

Thank you Cadre!





 

02:56 May 13 2009
Times Read: 616


Head desk---head desk!



I hate this, I want to just leave, I am sitting here trying to figure out why the fuck I bought a premium membership…I know 22 dollars isn’t much to lose and I swear I am about to just chuck it all and delete everything.

Problem is, it’s not all of VR I want to be away from, only one small area of it…but that’s only because of one thing, but that one thing is just simply impossible to swallow any longer. It’s becoming way too much like being stuck in my first marriage, all those bad feelings it generated the discontented feeling that bubbles up and makes me sick to my stomach. I hate that feeling.


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Mother's Day

05:33 May 11 2009
Times Read: 622


Well, I not only survived the day I was dreading, but I was wowed by the efforts of my kids and husband to make this the best Mother’s Day I have ever been given.



I dreaded this day so much, losing Mother has been more than difficult, and this being the first Mother’s Day without her was causing so much stress and heartache I could hardly breathe.



My husband, who can be the world’s biggest pain in the ass a lot of times, really was amazing. Even though he couldn’t make it home for this he …shaking my head…he is just amazing, I don’t know what else to say or how to say it, the day was surprisingly wonderful.



Everything started last night at midnight. Andrew got in from work handing me the most beautiful roses I have ever been given in my life! I have never seen roses quite like these before; they are so lovely, and so fragrant!

Next thing I know the phone is ringing, it’s Robert, telling me to open up my emails, and he sent 3. I opened the first, a cute and funny little cyber card began to play, it made me giggle. Then the second e-card, pretty and sentimental. Then the 3rd…I opened the attachment and read, “I love you, Honey, I’m sorry I can’t be there tomorrow, and I am equally sorry that these cannot be there yet, but they should arrive by mid-week, I know they are going to look lovely on you.” I scrolled down and saw the pictures of the garnet necklace and matching earrings he ordered. I think he actually heard my jaw drop to the floor with a thud!



We talked a little and then said our good nights, and the kids walked in and stood in a row, huge grins on their faces as they began to explain to me that tickets had been purchased for the Mother’s Day event at the Columbus Zoo and that they would be taking me to the zoo for mother’s day, lunch included and all…The zoo doesn’t normally have this event but this year was special because 3 weeks ago a new baby Asian elephant was born there and today was the unveiling of the new name for the calf. His new name by the way is Beco…named after mom Phoebe and Dad Coco.



As we were sitting down to the luncheon for this event I was presented with yet another surprise. The kids had gotten me a new pendant, a black hills gold heart which reads #1 Mom. My kids are all grown and this is the first time I have ever been given something with #1 Mom on it.



The gifts were nice, I will admit, but honestly the best part of the holiday was the time shared with them and there was no bickering at all. No one-upmanship between them, no pissing contests, no back biting or rude remarks or stare downs. The day was so wonderful I just can’t believe it! Hopefully this was all real and I won’t wake up tomorrow to find it all had been a dream.


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Mother's Day

06:15 May 10 2009
Times Read: 624


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Roses from Andrew for Mother’s Day

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Garnets from Robert for Mother’s Day.



And the kids and I will be spending the day at the Columbus Zoo!

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part thirteen

06:14 May 10 2009
Times Read: 625


I saved this part for today, as it is Mother’s Day here in the states.



First let me please say that when I agreed to do this I had forgotten that this month was Mother’s Day, if I had realized that I would have held off and done this maybe next month. You see I lost my Mother last Aug. and I have not dealt with it very well. I miss her so much that I have days where I feel paralyzed by grief. So this being the first Mother’s Day without her has had me upset and missing her even more.



Mother, Loma Serena but everyone knew her as ‘Jackie’, a name she gave herself one day when she was 4 years old. The story goes, she was out playing with a friend who lived next door and they had a mule named Jack, Mother loved riding Jack and decided her name should be just as pretty. Apparently she was as hard headed then as she was the rest of her life because her wishes to be called Jackie stuck for 82 years.



Mother was the type of Mom that would get up with you in the middle of the night and fix an entire meal if you woke up and said you were hungry. No matter who dropped in for a visit, you never could leave there without hearing, “Are ya’ll hungry? Can I fix you something to eat?”



She was an avid seamstress, she totally loved to sew, and as a kid all of my dresses and clothing were handmade, including my doll dresses.



My obsessive need to learn all the time came from her. When I was about ten years old she enrolled me in a club called The World Explorers Club. Each month I would receive a small package in the mail from the club that would contain information about a country from around the world…it contained things like a map of the country, fact sheets, souvenirs like, toys, eating utensils, examples of money/coins and it also had a small record with recorded information and samples of music and language. Together she and I explored the world, we would spend hours going over each of the items and learning all about the different places…I like to think of those times as her giving me the world and taught me to dream.



Mother didn’t have an easy life; she grew up in Mount Hope WV, a small coal mining town during the great depression. She and my father met in school and they maintained that they never looked at another person since the 3rd grade. They were married on June 29th 1942.



There were tales of how she and Dad lived back in what is commonly called a holler with no running water or electric, the home was heated with wood and coal, water was carried in from the well. After my Dad’s father sold off the junk yard he owned my parents packed their growing family up and moved here to Ohio. Where they lived out their lives.





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This is the house I grew up in.



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Mother shortly after I was born.



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Mother and her sister, my Aunt Geneva.



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My parents before their various illnesses.



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The last pictures ever taken of Mother.

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part twelve

15:49 May 08 2009
Times Read: 631


I realized I had made the comment about my daughter coming home after 6 years and figured I better explain that comment…



Here’s a little history. My ex and I went thru a very bitter divorce. Abuse charges were filed against him after he left over 30 bruises on our then 4 year old son, Joey, when he used a weight-lifters belt on him. His family’s connections got him out of that. He ended up with sole custody after trying to file a gender bias law suit against children’s services, saying that the only reason they were keeping him from his kids was because he was a man and not a woman. They signed off on the case, recommended custody to him and the lawsuit never went to trial. The excuse they used to justify their decision to the courts, was that he owned his own home I lived with my Mother…I lived with her at their request by the way.



Within 2 years our oldest daughter got into trouble and needed legal help. He told her, “Want help? Stop seeing your mother.” The kid had no choice. Another year goes by and our second daughter, in bad need of dental work and braces, “want braces? Stop seeing your Mother.” And then one more year and our son whom he tried everything wouldn’t budge saw my ex say to him, “Ok, fine. If you don’t stop seeing her, I’ll have her killed.” My son chose then never to come for visitation again.



I filed contempt charges against him along with parental alienation; we were finally scheduled to go to court when my oldest daughter calls me out of the blue, as an emancipated minor. “Mom, can you come get me?” “Sure baby, where are you?” I go get her and she explains all the above history and what it took for them to each stop their visitations. When she finally told me the last part about my son I realized one of us was going to have to step back and let these kids be kids. I knew he would stop at nothing, so I made the hardest decision of my life; I dropped the charges and stepped back. I figured, one returned, the other two knew what happened and that they too would return in time. The second daughter returned as soon as she was 18, and has been with me since.



Joey will soon turn 18, June in fact. I don’t hold out as much hope for his return right away, but I do know that he will if for nothing else, curiosity. When he does he will see every letter, every card every present that was bought for him and saved. There are journals kept in several places that he will have access to, and hopefully all the brainwashing and lies will melt away and he will finally see what really did happen. It worked for both girls, it will work again for him, of that I am sure of.





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part eleven

15:48 May 08 2009
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As most of you already know I am an avid doll collector. I currently have right around 400 dolls. No, I promise, I won’t post pictures of them all, only a few of my favorites! LOL!



Ever since I was a little girl I have had a great love and fascination for dolls. My room as a kid was filled with them! I had a favorite Aunt, Aunt Geneva who was also a collector and she also made dolls…she and I shared a very special relationship and she is where I began my journey and knowledge of what doll is what, how to restore and clean them, and of course love and appreciate keeping hold of that inner child a simple doll provides.

When I was around 13 I gave all my dolls away to one of my nieces. It really hurt me that her very picky mother threw them all out because she didn’t want Jamie having hand-me-downs. After I got married the first time my Mother made me a china doll and I started to collect porcelain dolls. It didn’t last very long because one night in a fit of rage my husband smashed them all to pieces. I didn’t collect anymore until my husband I have now heard the story and went out and bought me one. He then started buying me dolls about every month, often two or three at a time. For our 7th wedding anniversary he bought me the doll shop, it was called, Trinket’s Treasures.



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We lost Aunt Geneva back in Jan of this year; she truly was a one of a kind doll!



My favorites!

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Helena by Marie Osmond This doll became my mascot for my doll shop I had for a while.



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Giggles, by Ideal (This is the doll I carried around as a kid, I currently have 3 of them) I used to carry this doll to school in my backpack, until my 5th grade teacher got bent out of shape and said she was a distraction…I have no idea why, I mean it wasn’t like I took her out during class, I only took her out during recess. But after that, I stopped taking her to school and carried instead a smaller doll that was better hidden inside the pack! LOL

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This is Baby Small Talk, the doll I started carrying to school after Giggles. She was made in 1968 by Mattel, she is about 10inches long, and I found this one on Ebay and she still works!



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Madge by William Tung



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An unmarked doll from the 1950’s, I named after my oldest brother, J.R. who passed away when I was 13.



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These two appear to be a little worse for wear to the untrained eye…however, they are each approx. 100 years old. They are rare; they are original Lenci Dolls, made by the creator herself and not by the artisans that eventually worked for her. They are made out of felt and the faces are hand painted. The value of these two dolls combined is over 5000.00.

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part ten

13:07 May 07 2009
Times Read: 635


Today I want to tell you all about a young man who came into my life a little over 2 years ago, but moved in with us here at home Jan of 08, his name is Andrew.



Andrew came to us a little broken; he was 20 years old and had just spent a few months in a hospital for attempting to harm himself.



Andrew is a boy my daughter Gabby met in college and they became fast friends. Although I know he wanted to be more than friends with her, to her he was a best friend and like a brother. The two were inseparable for a while.



One day my daughter came to me and told me of Andrew’s life and circumstances. My husband and I had met him several times before and were extremely impressed with this young man, so it wasn’t a hard decision to come to when we heard about his home life and what he had done to himself. We opened our home and hearts to him and I have to say I am not one bit sorry for that decision…he has turned out to be quite a blessing to us…as a son.



This young man is exactly what every parent dreams and hopes to have in a son. He has such a huge and tender heart, he is very mild mannered, polite to a fault, generous and it seems he is always striving to do something for someone else. Don’t get me wrong, he does have his moments, but the good in him far outweighs those rare times when he seems troubled.



When he first came to stay with us I realized that what he needed the most was a lot of love and to be re-parented. I spent countless hours talking to him, guiding him, telling him every single family story I knew. I tried to give him the foundation of a real family, a real Mom, one that didn’t steal from him or call him names or tell him he would never be able to do any of things he dreams of doing. He went from a young man uncertain of what to say let alone seemingly lost and confused by life to a young man who smiles, laughs, works as hard as he can to get ahead and he now shows self-confidence that we did not see a little over a year ago. This wonderful soul has become ‘my son’ and I wouldn’t trade a single moment with him for anything.

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Taken on Gabby’s 21st birthday.

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This is Andrew right before the Mr. Brooks Park young citizen of the year contest, where he came in first place.

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Going to a masquerade ball as the phantom of the opera.



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Just look at that smile! Such a joy to have in my life!





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part nine

14:42 May 06 2009
Times Read: 638


I am a person who is a firm believer that when we are brought into this life we are given certain people throughout our lives. When we are younger these people almost always influence the way we end up being like as adults, good and bad. Unfortunately for some they are not given as many good people as they are the bad ones, fortunately for me I was given probably more than my share of good. I also believe that as we grow older other people come and go in our lives, and those too affect who and how we are and each person that comes and goes changes our circumstances and life situations.



The gifts I was given as a child, one of course I have already mentioned, my father, I also had the privilege of having a wonderful Mother, a most loving and beloved Aunt and then there was my Grandmother who was affectionately known as Mommy.



Her name was Sadie but all who loved and adored her called her Mom or Mommy. She stood all of 4ft 10 inches tall and no one dared to cross her no matter what their size was! Mom could go from the loving warm chatty small country town grandmother dispensing her sage advice or a story to teach you one of her life’s lessons, to pointing her crocked little arthritic finger and give you a “dressing down” as she called it faster than a cobra could strike its mark! And trust me; once you had received one of those talks, you walked the straight and narrow for quite a while.



Mom was a simple person, as in very uncomplicated. She had a simple way to handle any given situation, and she never changed. She wasn’t what many would consider educated but her wisdom has stood the test of time, even now, almost eleven years after her death, her wisdom in those many talks she had with me sees me through some of the toughest issues that arise.



She was many things to many people, so you cannot possibly call her ‘just’ a homemaker. She was a midwife who aided in the birth of several hundred children; she was an herbalist who could whip up a poultice or a salve to cure just about anything. She was a teacher who taught Sunday School for kindergarten aged children for over 30 years, but most of all she was Mommy the lady you went to for a hug, a talk, advice, a recipe, something you needed mended be it a dress or your heart and she was there, always ready to give everything she had out of love and the purest kindness you will ever find.



Mom walked amongst us for 97 years before she passed on, but the memory of her lives on in the many lives she touched…at her death people from all over the United States traveled to the little sleepy town of Mount Hope West Virginia to pay her one last visit. We even had people who flew in from Germany and Holland to say their goodbyes. These people, some relatives, but many were the children she had taught and we all had one thing in common to say, and that was how we each felt she had influenced us to be the person we had become…these people, doctors, lawyers, teachers, nurses, musicians, ministers and yes, homemakers and parents, will forever remember this little lady who once graced us with her love and life and we are all better people for knowing her.



I have included this about her because of the impact she had on me personally. As a little girl she is what I wanted to grow up to be…she was truly the most amazing person I have ever known.



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part eight

14:17 May 05 2009
Times Read: 645


Growing up I was always considered a Daddy’s girl, and I guess I always will…



Dad had a way of making me feel special; starting out with the nickname he gave me when I was born. My entire life I have been known as Trinket, Daddy’s little trinket, his charm.



I have had problems with two of my siblings because of that, mainly because Dad was so different with me as I was growing up than he was when they were little. I am the baby of the family, the rest of my siblings being 12, 13, 14 and 18 years older than me.



With me Dad went camping, taught me fishing, took me to festivals and parades where I would also be up on his shoulders dripping ice cream from a cone down his neck, he never complained. We watched certain TV shows together, with him in his leather recliner and me sitting at his feet, every night we would settle in and watch and have a nightly ritual of ice cream. He taught me how to drive by allowing me to sit on his lap on the riding lawn mower to cut the grass of our backyard, and of course there was the traveling I was allowed to do vs when they grew up and Dad working sometimes three jobs to raise four children and maintain a house and the bills and things my siblings needed. I’m afraid two of those siblings blame me for things in their lives not being so nice to remember now.



Shortly around the time my second child, Gabby was born Dad developed an assortment of health problems. For the next five years he was in and out of the hospital for open heart surgery, three pacemakers, congestive heart failure, sugar issues, seizures, depression, hyper tension, and wild erratic mood swings caused by the onset of Alzheimer’s and organic brain damage.



At the close of those five years, Dad eventually ended up being placed in a nursing home where he lived out the remainder of his life, another nine years. This was not our first choice for him of course, but because Dad had been such an independent man his entire life it came down to a safety issue as he was always wandering off, including a time when he got away in his car and was lost for almost two days before being found.



While in the nursing home, my Mother visited him every single day. This meant me or one of my siblings going by the house daily to pick her up and drive her over to see him. On the days I took her, we would most generally stop so I could get him a vanilla milkshake which I saw as our nightly ritual of ice cream from my childhood years extended for as long as possible.



Mother did everything for him as she had always done before; she would bathe him, clean his fingernails, cut his hair, shave him, and eventually fed him when he was no longer able to remember how to do for himself. The love these two shared lasted almost 65 years before Dad finally slipped peacefully away in his sleep.



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Mother and Daddy, shortly after placing him in the nursing home:

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One of his last birthday’s:

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And this last picture, I have no idea who took it, I am eternally grateful to the person who did…this was the last time I saw my father, and this is me, kissing him good night….which turned out to be goodbye, as he passed away that night.

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cadrewolf
cadrewolf
22:34 May 05 2009

So good to relieve memories that filled our heart with love and joy, and than the sadness of the end. Touching story thanks for sharing it.





 

part seven

14:16 May 05 2009
Times Read: 646


I have been married and divorced and remarried. My second husband, Robert, is an over the road truck driver and also serves in the Army National Guard.

Robert

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I do like traveling with Robert, and I try to take time several times a year to go with him for a week or two here and there. Below are some pictures I took on several of our trips together.

Sequim Washington (Robert got to spend several of his childhood years growing up here)

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Mt. Hood, Oregon

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Winter in Montana

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Every once in a while he surprises me and I get to see the roots of where my family is from, the wild and wonderfully beautiful West Virginia

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part six

14:16 May 05 2009
Times Read: 647


I grew up in a home where the Masonic Lodge was ever present.

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I was in Job’s Daughter’s and Rainbow Girls

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At the age of 18 I was elected Miss Columbus DeMolay Sweetheart.

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I was also the dutiful Girl Scout!

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part five

14:15 May 05 2009
Times Read: 648


My 3rd baby…my son Joe.

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My parents with Joey for the first time home from the hospital.

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Joe’s first birthday

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Joe’s 7th birthday

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My son the ‘model’

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part four

14:15 May 05 2009
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The happy first time Mom picture!

First baby—Sarah

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Sarah age 2

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Sarah age 6

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Sarah age 12

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My grown up baby girl!

Sarah

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part three

14:14 May 05 2009
Times Read: 650


Me, Kindergarten thru 6th grade!!

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part two

14:13 May 05 2009
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I am a small town country girl at heart. I like the quiet days and nights as well as the safe feeling our little village provides, besides, the cemetery here is really old and cool as hell!

Here are a few pictures of my daughter Gabby posing in the local cemetery.

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Who would have ever thought that this sweet little angel would grow up into the young lady posing in an old graveyard!!!



Gabby age 3

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This is one of me with Gabby when she was 6 years old.

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part one

14:09 May 05 2009
Times Read: 654


Ok, here we go---I agreed to be May’s member of the month in my coven…I decided to re-post my entries here, mainly because of all the work I am putting into it, I want to keep it here so it's not all lost at the end of the month when it's the next person's turn.



I was born in Jan. of 1962. I am the baby of the family, with four siblings, one deceased; although by appearances you would only think I had one sibling, my big brother Albert. He is the absolute best! My other brother and my sister do not care to be part of our lives; they are the snobs and money chasers of the family.

My first Easter (Me and Mother)

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My brother Albert and his wife, Donna.

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As you can tell from some of the old Christmas pictures I was delightfully spoiled by all!

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20:26 May 01 2009
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Was told last night that by the end of this month ALL adult children will be moved out!!! Quick, someone fetch me a drill, a screwdriver, anything, let me get all prepared to remove that revolving door someone installed on my front door!

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