I am nobody special, or famous, and just like you, my life has lead me down many roads, and around many corners.
I have never done anything noble, or interesting for that matter. I have learned much on this journey, and it has been interesting to me.
I was born in 1958 in Decatur, Illinois. I am the youngest of 6 children. Janie turned 13 just after I was born. Linda only lived for 24 hours, she would have turned 11 on her next birthday. Bill (Sonnie) was 9 when I was born. Vicki turned 6 on her next birthday. Debbie would turn 4 on her next birthday.
I used to sit and look at the picture Mother had of Linda in the very back of an album. I didn't understand at all what was meant by "dead". I used to talk to Linda, and I felt connected to her somehow.
Like most people, I have very little memories of childhood, but there are a few things that have always stuck with me, even through the years. I guess like anyone, these are some of the things that add to what made me who I am today. Things that contributed to my love of certain things, and my dislike of others. They say we gain most of our personality traits by the time we are 5 years old. In reflection, I can see some of that.
My first memory was around 2 years of age being in my Mothers arms, wrapped in a blanket and waiting to board a train. I don't remember the train ride, I just remember her holding me, and the train beside us. I did learn later that we were joining my Father in Pennsylvania where he was stationed in the Army. I think we lived there for about a year.
While we were in Pennsylvania, I remember one morning, there was snow on the ground, and I was going outside with Mom. We got out on the little landing porch and I looked down the stairs and the bottom step looked funny. I ask Mom what was wrong with that, and she told me a porcupine had chewed it up. What was a porcupine? Where was it now? being just over 2, I had lots of questions. Reflecting back now, I don't know if I actually looked over by the tree line and saw it, or if I have created that memory. I guess that taught me to be curious about animals.
I suspect it was cold the entire time we were there, in Pennsylvania, because all I remember then was that it was cold. One of us was sick, can't remember who, but a doctor came to the house and gave us all shots. I don't remember getting a shot, I don't remember being afraid of a shot, I just know he was there to give us all shots.
I do not remember leaving there, or riding a train again, or even where we went immediately after.
Just know, I am just me,
I am a Child of God,
and I am telling my story.