When my father was teaching me to drive a car he told me that he was born into the poorest family in the poorest community.  I didn’t say that was true, I only said that is what my father told me.

When he was 19 years old my father borrowed money from the Mt Victory, Ohio bank through the bank president Henry Dickerson for his first little business venture.  After making that venture profitable he went on to larger and larger enterprises until he contracted to build  “horse and buggy” dirt roads into crushed stone roads for the first cars that were being built.

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When I was selling real estate in Venice, Florida, I told my fellow sales people that when I was very little my dad owned a town.  I can’t remember if I ever told them differently, but I’m going to tell you what he really did own.

I was born the twelfth of thirteen children and was the seventh daughter.  We lived in a big white house on the southeast corner in the little cross roads town of Byhalia, Ohio. Since I was born in 1922, this was the few years following that.  At this time on another corner of town my dad owned a mercantile that sold everything from food to clothing, to boots, shoes, bolts of cloth sold by the yard for making clothing, trimmings, many household items, farm tools, etc., and more.

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My Baby Self Portrait

Normal doesn’t have the same meaning for each of us.  What is normal to one of us may be abnormal to another.  I grew up in a house with older brothers and sisters, while my parents lived in another house seven miles away.  For me that was normal.  My baby brother lived with them until he was about 5 years old.  When according to his words, “They brought me over and dumped me out with all you strangers”.  As an adult someone said to me, “That’s awful!”  I said, “If I had thirteen kids I’d move out of the house too.” Continue reading