tagged #2

in 1974 life was hard.. but our income was not what yours is today
my married life is a piece of cake. with 7 kids in our home this was a busy time. I sewed drapes 6 days a week. 12 to 14 hours a day. each week doing 75 to 125 widths of drapes. I was paid by the number of widths.. this money bought the materials to build our home. piece by peice. in 1974 I had been sewing drapes for 7 years, I had 7 children to feed, keep clean, Twice a week I churned 3 gallons of cream to make butter. I ground wheat and made 15 loaves of bread a week, we had a cow, that gave us 3 gallons of milk a day, We raised 2 lambs, 3 pigs, a calf and a big, really big garden that I and the boys took care of, Gordon was teaching school to find ..............................75 cents and put 3 gallons in the car got us there and back.
In 1978 that spring we raised 250 chickens.. a large garden Gordons parents came over to help us kill and prepare the chickens.. the boys caught the chickens... gordon killed them them other boys dunked the chicks in boiling water and pulled off the feathers. Grandpa dougal gutted the chickens, Gordon cut them up and brought them to the kitchen where they were cooked down in large kettles.. when tender.. grandma dougal and I took off the meat andplaced in it pint jars and processed the meat and broth in pressure cookers we started at 8am and finished at 11;30 pm at the end of that day I wrote....Gordon and the boys bought me a a gas grill, so for supper we cooked hot dogs and potato salad of course... it is really great to be a part of this family.. I am so proud of each and every one of my children ( and I remember all of this work was done cheerfully and with out a word of protest) sure.

beginning #1

I was born into an inactive lds family, I had a brother that was adopted and five years older than I, Jerry... and I had a sister sandy that is 5 years younger than I and a brother Michael who was 10 years younger than I. at the age of 5 our family moved to Spokane. where my father was staff artist at the air base. we lived in army housing it was a good time of my life. I was taught to work early on.. because mom was a RN and worked the 3 to 11 shift. My first chore was dusting.. Saturday was house cleaning day.. on would go the radio to the classical and opera station and mom and I worked along side of each other.. as I got older i got the job that I hated the most..cleaning the toilet... I and still hear mom yelling " for crying out loud.. your hand isnt going to fall off get in there and scrub.. its clean water..." OH YA.
after the war we moved back to boise.. dad went into the sign business. we camped out in the desert for fun in summers and went to out cabin the the mountains a good time.
School and teachers scared me to death. and still do. I thought I was dumb.. because my dad always told me " you are so dumb" Now I know that I had a learning problem..
My memories of childhood are of fear and fantasy. When I went to bed my imagination went to work and it still does today.. I put myself to sleep with vivid picture stories that are never ending. From the time I could read.. I read... It was and is my escape from the real world into a world of adventure and friends that I never had in real life. Today I know that this is not a good thing. because life is out there and you do need to face the facts and get on with life.

So now you have read this little quip about me and are ready to call in the men in white jackets and pass out the happy pills to me... ha I beat you to it...

I grew up graduated from high school... and went on to school at byu.. in the nursing program a 5 year study of nursing. I completed 2 1/2 years and married my high school sweetheart and dropped out of school to become a mother. and wowo did I become a mother.
more latter...

Tagged

I have been tagged and am supposed to talk about several things that no one knows about me.
GUESS what no one on this earth knows anything about me.
Tell me what is my favorite color... my favorite meal... my favorite child..ha....my birthday... my childhool....do I have enemies... who are my friends... what are my beliefs... my intelligence... or lack of it... do I like chocolate... or cantalope... or steak... what is my favorite season... my creative passions... what makes me feel good... what are my fears... what are my real talents.
so you see..the list could go on and on . all of my posterity do not know a thing about me.. why? because no one has ever taken the time to really know who I am. So if and when you tell your children or grandchildren about me it will mostly be your mis conception of who you thought is was... and not a word of the truth will be told of who I really am.