Will You Come Down Memory Lane with me?

Will You Come Down Memory Lane with Me?

Dear loved ones, my ___ birthday is coming up in just over two weeks and I am scared.  I have never cared before about my age, why am I fretting now? The numerals are multiplying of their own accord it would seem.  Smiley face. 

I started looking at old photos, some of them black and white and that should give you a good idea of how far back I am going here.  I hope you don’t mind looking at a few of these snap shots, it makes me happy to share them here on this page with you.  I will start at the beginning at my birth.  I was born the fifth daughter in a family of eight children.  My mom and dad really wanted me to be a boy, and I don’t blame them since they already had four girls.  Well, there were only three girls left when I was born because my oldest sister Sharon died when our house burned down and she couldn’t be saved.  She was three years old.  My father was able to rescue my sister Dianne, age two, from the flames and he endured serious burns to his arms in order to do so.  It was a very big tragedy for my parents and our little family. 

Mom and me

Born May 9th

We had quite a large family as my father’s parents and sisters and brothers were always at our house.  Here is a photo of me in a high chair around the dining room table with my father, uncle Freddie and my three older sisters.

At the dining room table

Age 13 months

My father said I started talking in sentences at this time and would not stop, this is when he began calling me Gabby. 

My mother became interested in studying the bible with a religious group that talked about seeing our loved ones who had died.  I am sure the death of her first child weighed heavy upon her and this idea that Sharon would be back in her arms again must have been very attractive.   I think I enjoyed the bible studies as I look very studious and serious about it.  My sister Debbie on the other hand just enjoyed the attention from our visitors.

Bible Study

That is me with the book, my brother Douglas in the middle and my sister Debbie at the arm of one of the men that conducted the bible study.  I looked very keen. 

After a bible study

My dad in front.  My baby sister Sonya is here too, so I was 7 years old when this photo was taken.  I sure did like that book as I will not let it go.  Ha ha.

We used to celebrate Christmas and birthdays before this, but I think my last birthday celebration was when I was 7 years old.  My mother started knitting me a “moose” sweater and she came and showed it to me.  I was very sick with scarlet fever at the time and I could hear the rest of the family downstairs celebrating and singing happy birthday songs for me and eating my cake.  My mother finished knitting my birthday sweater later, much later and it didn’t fit me anymore.  I think my little sister Sonya got it, but not as a birthday present because we had stopped celebrating birthdays.  Mom had put up a Christmas tree that winter and she took it down the same day as the Witnesses were coming over for a bible study and she knew she wasn’t supposed to be celebrating a pagan holiday.  So that was it, no more Christmas.

And I grew up as you can see.

I married my first husband when I was 20 and he was 19.  We were both virgins and didn’t have a clue about anything sexual, well at least I didn’t.  My mother never told me anything.  When I started my first period at age 14, I thought I was dying, bleeding to death.  You would think that having three older sisters, I would have known about these goings on.  But I didn’t. 

My first husband and me

My first husband and father of my three children

We divorced after 20 years of marriage.  We are not friends and have not stayed in contact.  I hear his voice on the phone every week though when he talks to my daughter.  I would have liked to stay friends with him but because I left the religion we belonged to; I no longer was considered good association. 

My second husband followed soon after my divorce.  I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing.  He was much older than me.  I was in a vulnerable situation because my entire family including my mother and siblings and all my friends were now shunning me because I left the religion.  I did not do anything terrible; I just didn’t believe it anymore and didn’t want to attend the meetings or go knocking on doors.  I suppose they must have been using a tough love tactic and if they shunned me, I would come to my senses and come back to the faith. I was in this state of emotional mess when I met my second husband.  He love bombed me. 

I do not have any photos from my second marriage except for this little one that was slowly dissolving.  I think I put it in the outdoor planter.  Smiley face.

my second husband

He has passed on April 7, 2020.  So I am a widow. 

My maternal grandmother and me

  My maternal grandmother.  She didn’t like our family very much because she didn’t approve of my father.  But I loved her.  She was as strong as an ox and as opinionated as a bull. This picture was taken the last time I saw her.  She died at age 96. 

At one art exhibition

I was always an artist right from the start, or at least I thought of myself that way.  People seemed to like my work. 

A few days ago, I dyed my hair dark brown.  I like it.  I will share this current picture.

Just dyed my hair dark brown

There is still dye staining my face around my eyes and nose.  I let my friend Mr. Perfect dye my hair for me and he kind of got it all over my face too.  It is okay but I should have washed my face better before taking a photo. 

So, this is me.  Thank you for reading my blog and being with me here on this page.  I really love you.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo

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26 thoughts on “Will You Come Down Memory Lane with me?

  1. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story with me. Your family was so lovely and you could tell there was love there. I am so sorry about this terrible tragedy my friend. I truly am. I can’t imagine what living with this has been like for you. You are trusting and kind to share this with those who know and love you on line. You were a beautiful girl and you are a beautiful woman. The dark hair looks great on you. It is nice to hear from you. Thank you again for trusting enough to share your story. Have a blessed week my friend. I am sending you love ❤️ and blessings. 🤗❤️💕Joni

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    1. Joni I responded to your lovely message but it was not attached to yours so maybe you wouldn’t have seen it. Thank you so much for being the beautiful loving person that you are. Sending you lots of love and many hugs❤️❤️🤗🤗

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      1. Oh thank you my friend and what a lovely name you have. I think you are a beautiful lady that has had her heart hurt a lot. Most women can relate. I look so forward to when you share your lovely artwork as it is beautiful and unique. I hope you are well and loved immensely. Thank you for all your sweet words my friend. Sending you much love and many prayers. ❤️🤗🙏🥰💝💕

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  2. How wonderful to read your story and to look at your pictures. You had a lot going on in your life. ❤️

    I learned a trick from somebody about how to keep hair dye off your face: put a little bit of Vaseline along your hairline and on your ears and neck and that way the colour won’t stain your skin. 🙃

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    1. Thank you darling Writer of Words. I did know about the concept of putting cream on my face and ears but I forgot all about that and left the whole process in his capable hands. I am laughing because I don’t think he knew what he was doing. It all worked out anyway.

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  3. Thank you for sharing your story. Pictures ate important. They tell stories to and hold our memories of past events and moments. Nice pictures. You have been strong to through the challenges in your life and it’s admirable. Wishing you an early happy birthday 🌻

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  4. Thank you for taking us on this journey with you down memory lane 😉 I guess we all get a little reflective as we approach a birthday and you know you are still gonna get older (hopefully!) whether you fret or not 😉 I hope the fretty bit sinks to the background and that you have a wonderful birthday in a few weeks!!! 🙂

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  5. Your story speaks to your strength and inner beauty. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like growing up oppressed by the teachings of a cult. Cults prey on people who are vulnerable and grieving. It is heart-breaking.

    You are a knock out =)

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