Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sometimes, when I think of the span of my life, it seems an amazement to me. I was born in the vast prairie corn belt in northern Illinois when Franklin Roosevelt was president. I went to a one-room country school grades 1 through 8. It was heated with a pot-bellied coal stove, and the boys’ and girls’ outhouses were at opposite ends of the schoolyard. I remember the excitement when electricity came to our rural part of the world. I’ve seen the advent of air travel, television, and the internet. I’ve lived through more wars than I care to enumerate. I remember when there were no credit cards, and people practiced the odd habit of getting something when they could afford it. I was a stay-at-home Mom, a room mother, a chaperone, a scout leader, and church secretary. When my children were grown and I was widowed at 45, I became a career woman. I had the best of both worlds. At retirement I explored the internet, became interested in digital art, joined a local altered arts group and a journaling group. I am blessed with a circle of friends, strong women with common interests with whom to share life's journey. I still savor the first crisp autumn morning, the beauty of fresh-fallen snow, the earthy smell of spring, and the long, lazy days of summer. God’s been “real good” to me!