Years Ago

Remembering events in ones lifetime is especially notable when it is your day of birth. I am especially thankful that my Mother and Dad were blessed by the Lord, with the birth of their first child....... ME !

My first memories of life were on Jefferas Avenue in Marion, Indiana. As young as I was, I remember the layout of the house. My most vivid memory is of the kitchen area. We moved to Hanfield when I was 4. Jane and I liked playing with Jimmy. He had Lincoln Logs!!! Oh how I wanted some. This is where my memories of injury first occurred. Jane hit me with a rock and left a scar on my face for years. Moving to Wabash a few months later, we relocated to the house on Waterworks Road. It was a rented farm house. This was to be our home for many years. I had the most enjoyable, happy, sheltered childhood. Growing up in that house was magical. We didn't have much. It didn't matter to us ( Me, Jane and Barbara). We were rich in so many other ways. We had a happy family. We had lots of imagination and used it to create our world of play. There were no electronic games. We had to make our own games and entertainment. The memory I hold most dear from the house on Waterworks Road is the sun shining through the front door on a Saturday morning. The house was clean, cartoons were on, and Dad would be home at noon. Fig Newtons, hot dogs and chips was the menu for lunch. Afterwards we would go outside and play. There was the area in the woods where we created a 'house'. We had one bike to ride until it blew a tire. The small piano developed our love of music. Paper was used for all the test we forged but were never given. Queenie was our dog. She was a wonderful, devoted, and protective play mate. Living in the house was also the place we grew into young people. My first date with L.V., popcorn on Sunday evenings,(Dad taught us to love it) our time spent with the four best cousins ever, helping Mom and Dad build the 'house across the road'. As I grew older, responsibilities grew also. Aside from the notorious times of 'being in charge' while Mother worked, most of our time was spent together as family. Mother and Dad were an excellent example of what family is all about. I took that example into adulthood with my own family, and the families of my sisters. I will forever be thankful and honored to be my parents daughter. I am so thankful that I was given life and an opportunity to live a life filled with happenings. Thank you Mother and Dad for the gift of life you created.


The most memorable day of my life was in November 1980. I became a Child of God, when I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. On that day, the world became a more beautiful place to live, and my life was not mine any longer. I am eternally thankful and grateful to the Lord for taking a sinner and changing my heart.

To my husband T. for making life a grand adventure and giving me a love that I can envelope myself in.
To my children and grandchildren, you have enriched my life beyond what words can express.



"Once I was looking through the kitchen window at dusk and I saw an old woman looking in. Suddenly the light changed and I realized that the old woman was myself. You see, it all happens on the outside; inside one doesn't change."