After being married in the Hawaiian Wedding Cave I move from Park Forest, Illinois to Pennsylvania where we move into the lovely home we had purchased pictured above. It is on Karda Drive about half way up Lower Brush Mountain just outside of Hollidaysburg. Continue reading
Have you ever attended a wedding at the Hawaiian Wedding Cave on the Island of Kauai? Would you like to? Well… come along with me on a journey.
Sometime after being widowed, I went on tour to Hawaii. It was January 1971. After returning home, I rented my farm land to a local farmer and moved to Park Forest, Illinois where my daughter Susie lived.
I was very fortunate to be hired in an Oral Surgery office where I worked as a Doctor’s assistant for three Oral Surgeons. After all those years of work on my dairy farm, this seemed like too much fun to be work. And they paid me for having a good time every day. How lucky could I get?? Continue reading
My father didn’t live to see this beautiful lake that had been his fourth and last stone quarry. But he would have enjoyed knowing so many of his family were able to spend many happy hours reeling in those fish. Continue reading
It all started soon after she learned to crawl. As I am preparing food, I look up at my kitchen door and, oh my goodness, there stands my brother’s wife holding my seven month old baby Meredythe. She was supposed to be with my mother and father who lived just across the road from where I lived with my husband and two little girls.
My sister-in-law said, “As I was driving up to park by the house I saw her crawling across the road so I stopped my car, picked her up and brought her home.” “Oh! My! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” How very frightening! Continue reading
My brain just simply SHUT DOWN! It refused to work for me anymore! After eighteen years selling Real Estate in the Venice Florida area, I had no choice but to retire. I was seventy five. I had lost my precious daughter Susie from cancer. After months of grieving, I seemed to remain at a standstill.
That is when my daughter Pamela, a psychiatrist living in Salem Ohio, after much persuasion and a lot of coaxing to start painting again, didn’t give up on me until she got some action.