Tagged by Alice at Wintersong for this meme: Name 5 things in my life that I never dreamed, when I was 25, would be in my life now.
1. Cats - Always a dog lover, I hated cats. They're aloof, independent, won't come when you call, and climb on things. Then Miss Kitty showed up in our yard, emaciated and trying to nurse a litter of three. She won me over and so did the runt of the litter. Now we have cats - in the house.
2. Kids - I never thought I wanted children. I had never been around babies or small children much. Didn't think I'd have enough time and energy to give children the commitment they deserved. At age 33, I changed my mind and got pregnant right away. That was the best change of heart I've ever had.
3. The home town - When I went off to college, I never wanted to return to the home town. I was ready for new adventures and was sick of small town living. But pleas from family members to come back and help with the family business turned from temporary help to long-term commitment. Now I've been back for 31 years.
4. My husband - It never crossed my mind that I would be married to a high school buddy, who was also co-editor of the school newspaper with me and someone with whom I refused to go to prom.
5. Internet - I was always interested in technology, but being so easily connected to all parts of the world was more than I ever imagined. For rural areas especially, it has opened doors to information, education entertainment, socialization, and commerce.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
5 Things Meme
Presidential address
In case you missed the president's address last night, here it is:
1600 Pennsylvania Ave, Washington, DC
Stare at this for 53 minutes and you'll be as emotionally charged as you would have been last night.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Riddle
What do two people get for $20, a 3 minute quickie, and an appearance before a judge?
A marriage ceremony.
What happens after a 3 minute ceremony? Lunch at Silvercreek, then both go back to work.
Happy 16th anniversary, hubby.
Disappearing Act - Part II
Word came to me last night that my best childhood buddy has less than two weeks to live. Her only family, her brother & sister-in-law, were as shocked as I. Purposefully distancing herself from her family and friends (or perhaps forced to by her husband we didn't care for), we would only get snippets of information from her over the years, but this was totally unexpected. She didn't want any of us to know and she still refuses to answer phone calls. Cancer has been eating at her for eight months, most likely due to the packs of cigarettes she has smoked since before she was 16. She is said to weigh 80 pounds. We were as different as night and day, but there was a bond more like sister than friend between us.
In November, I wrote a post about her, and after recently viewing the movie "Juno" my thoughts again turned to her. So in her honor, I am reposting the story that I deleted when I purged posts from last year:
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In 1969 my closest friend got pregnant. She was 19 and had a low paying job as a waitress. The father was someone she had only dated a few times. Her mother did not drive and lived miles away; her own father had long abandoned her.
We had been best buddies since grade school. She had even followed me to my college town, and we were still close though our lives were beginning to go in different directions. She needed help and I was glad I was there to do what I could.
Although she wanted the baby, she knew there was no way she could give it a decent life, so early on she made up her mind to give the baby up for adoption. Since she was Catholic, I contacted Catholic social services and drove her to their offices. I sat with her as they explained what they could do. Once she entered her fifth month, they would find a local family who would provide her room and board in exchange for babysitting and light housework. They would find a family for the baby and her medical bills would be paid. All she needed to do was to take care of herself and relinquish the baby.
I went through every step of that pregnancy with her: her morning sickness, her body changing, the baby kicking. I took her to her OB appointments and took her to the hospital when she went into labor. In those times, no one was allowed to be with the mother except for immediate family. She told me to go back to my dorm and she would call me. She did it alone.
It was a girl with beautiful red hair. Perfect in every way. My friend got to hold the baby for about fifteen minutes and then they took her away. Papers were signed. That was that. It was done.
I picked up my friend from the hospital three days later. She was noticeably anguished. Reality had tempered her normal fun, out-going nature. I was grieving, also. I wanted to see that baby girl. I had invested all those months too, and there was nothing to show for it. The atmosphere was not celebratory. A deep loss had occurred.
My friend and I drifted apart geographically and otherwise, but we still talk to each other every few years. She has been married now for about 30 years, and her son just returned from Iraq. I don't know if she has ever searched for her daughter. I've always felt I shouldn't be the one to bring up the subject.
But I think about that baby almost every year in late fall. I'd like to know where she grew up and what her family was like. I wonder if she has that same beautiful singing voice that her mother had. Is she intelligent like her biological father or is she like her mother, more personality than book-smart? I know she must still have naturally red hair; her mother had auburn tones and her father brighter pumpkin color.
I want to tell her how her mother could sell several cases of Girl Scout cookies in the same time I could only sell five boxes; how her mother could get me laughing so hard I would spit food out of my mouth; how her mother had screamed when her own mother was being beaten by her dad.
Adoption records are difficult enough for birth families and adoptees to obtain, let alone an unrelated friend. Yet persons outside the birth and adopted families can be just as affected. Unfortunately, I’ll probably never know what happened to her. And so, every time I pass a woman in her late 30's with red hair, I look just a little longer to see if I find any resemblance to my old friend.
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Jen had a great deal of devilishness in her, but she had the voice of an angel. As my mother said, "She could sing like a bird." I am saddened that the woman with the red hair won't ever get to hear it.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
It all comes out in the wash.
Laundry rooms seem to be the happenin' places this week. Here's another laundry room story to match yesterday's.
Seeing Stars
Something strange is happening around my little town. These things have been popping up all over the community in recent months. In varying sizes and colors, they are affixed to houses, generally in an upper gable and sometimes near a door. They are multiplying; when one appears on a block, two or three others follow close by.
They remind me of hex signs seen on barns in Pennsylvania Dutch country, but these are simpler, have only five-point tips, and aren't nearly as artistically interesting. If they are hex signs, I want to know the reason the first homeowner installed it, and if the subsequent ones were put up as a defense against the first.
Some companies selling them call these "Amish Barn Stars", but I wonder how accurate that description really is. Are they "Amish" because they are made by Amish, do the Amish actually have these simple stars on their barns, or is the name a marketing ploy to add a bit of perceived value and sentiment to a piece of tin or wood?
I think they're most likely just the latest primitive decor craze - probably featured on Oprah or HGTV, and now everyone who wants to be part of the in-crowd has to have one. After all, I did notice that The Biggest Loser house has 6-8 of them affixed to an exterior wall.