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Me and Mommy

Me and Mommy

I’d like to change direction and start at the beginning.
What brought me to this “Wandering” Phase of my life.
So find a comfy chair, grab a drink. And follow along.
I will tell it as I remember. So check back often, there is a lot to tell.

Ready? Here we go…..

That’s me, all of three maybe four years old and my Mother. We had just relocated to the East coast from The Midwest. Dad was a traveling salesman and Mom was a stay at home Mother. That is pretty much how it was in the early 60’s. Big families and Mom at home.
I was the youngest at this point. There were four of us kids, with a 9 year age spread between my oldest brother and I.
(Or is it, me? I’ll throw in a blanket apology for the many grammatical errors to come)
Mom was pregnant with my little brother in this photo, but no one knew yet.
I remember my Mother being sick during her pregnancy. So sick she was admitted to a hospital in NYC for evaluation. Dad was terrified, Grandparents were 600 miles away. My older Brother and Sister stepped in as surrogate parents.
Her diagnosis, Chronic Hepatitis..liver damage.
And in 1964, almost a death sentence.
My memories from this stage forward are of my Mother in a hospital bed in the family room and constantly being told to be “good” because Mommy was sick.
I was lucky, it seems I was a survivor. At four years old, I knew what I needed and went looking for it. And I found it, in the woman my Father hired to help us, Christine. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, the next door neighbors and Sally, who always had candy for me from down the road.
All whom I hung onto desperately, wanting to fill the void my sick Mother left.

I have two memories of my Mother. I remember it being Spring and the windows of the house were open and a lovely breeze was blowing through. Frank Sinatra was crooning about “Flying with him” on the stereo HiFi.
She had called to me to tell me it was time for my nap and to go with Christine and lay down. I decided to hide, to avoid the nap, and was watching her from behind the sofa.. She knew I was there, but pretended not too. She looked like an angel. It was one of the few times I remember her happy. She had gotten out of her hospital bed, and was dancing. My dancing Mother, The Angel. I fell asleep, behind the couch, watching her dance.
My other memory is of the four of us, ages 13 down to 4. Sitting outside the bathroom door. Listening to our Mother cry. And all of us telling her, through the locked door that we would be good. To please stop crying and we would be good.
Looking back I know that her tears were out of fear, desperation and sorrow. Not because of anything we four had done.
Our home was this huge old farmhouse my Father rented for $120 a month. It was cold and drafty. And a great place for children to get lost in. Closets had been added here and there, the one in my bedroom had been built over a window. We were convinced the house was haunted and usually made our nightly bathroom visits two by two.
When I was 6 we moved to the neighboring town. Dad had purchased our first home.
And there we stayed until I graduated from High School…..
I was starting first grade and had my work cut out for me. I was in need of another “Mother” figure.
Little did I know that the woman I chose, the neighbor who walked her dog each evening through our neighborhood and invited me along. Would be the woman who to this day I refer too as My Second Mom. And she, well, she taught me all the things I like the most about myself. I thank God for her, everyday…..

Welcome to Pahoa

Welcome to Pahoa

This blog is a little late in writing…
but I wanted you to get the feel of how friendly everyone here is..this was waiting for my arrival at my friends home in Hawai’i. If you missed my 1st blog, my friend purchased this Hawaiian home as her retirement home, but she won’t be retiring for a few more years. She mailed me the keys and said, “Go”. Right after she closed on the house. I actually lived in this house before she had a chance to.
Flowers fresh cut from their garden, and fresh fruit with a note welcoming me to Hawai’i. The care takers of the house left this for me…

Hawaiian Beaches

Hawaiian Beaches

I am always surprised I am the only soul hanging out on these beautiful cliffs. Seems a lot of people take for granted what is in their backyard, thinking since it is right there, they can see it at anytime… and then years pass and they they still haven’t ventured out.
I was driving to Zion National Park once and decided to have a bite to eat in Hurricane UT, which is just a stones throw from this beautiful park. I asked the waitress, then the cook..and they then asked the locals in the restaurant how much further the drive was. No one knew. None of them had ever been….

Go see what’s in your own backyard, you’ll be pleasantly surprised

Being Young…

Being Young...

Started the day off sitting with the Stone Sentinels watching this part of the world wake up…there were surf advisories, and the Ocean was fierce. Headed out to Coconut Island and swam in the cool waters of the Pacific. This was my entertainment..these kids having a blast…. a few people here and there, enjoying the day, swimming in the waters. The ancient steps down to the Sea and the stone structures give this place a mystical atmosphere.