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