OK, PLAYING the bare your bones game; I was given the age of 21 by Ariel Marshall. Here is what I recall: WHERE I LIVED: I Started my 21st in Austin Texas in a commune with my young son but was not there long. We wandered about after that (One night Bernie Duck let us stay at his house. What a guy). We rented a house In Avery Texas, near Texarkana with holes in the floor that the armadillos came through. It had a hand crank well with a bucket on the back porch. We had no power. Then for a while we lived in an Ashram in Austin where I made sauerkraut and delivered bread (and practiced kundalini yoga). I went to visit some friends, The Rats I had met in Avery and moved in with their friend in Dallas instead of going back to the Ashram. We lived together a few months and then broke up. My friends The Rats bought me a ticket to Rolling Thunder Review. That rocked. Then I was homeless again. Some women picked me up hitchhiking and let us go stay with them. One of them had The Farms Vegetarian Cookbook which on the back cover said if you were down and out to just come (to The Farm in Summertown Tennessee.) So I hitchhiked to Tennessee with my son and we lived there through the end of my 21st year and into my 22nd, altho I left my son with a couple on The Farm for a few weeks and went to California to visit for some reason. I was feeling rather lost. WHAT I DROVE: A 1965 Ford Galaxy wagon that had a broken frame which had been welded back together. It was fine until my ex came to visit, got drunk and drove it headlong into a giant irrigation ditch. The frame broke shortly after that when I was visiting my gramma in Antlers Oklahoma. A local shop repaired it for forty dollars. I also rode a ten speed bike with a french frame that I bought used on time payments from a shop. Mostly that was my transportation. When I went to Tennessee I gave the bike and car away. Oh, and I drove the bread delivery van at the Ashram. WHAT I DID: That stuff I said above. WHO HAD MY HEART: No one, really, everyone, several someones, if briefly. A long tear of heartbreaks that year. When I was in California I fell madly in love with a man who seemed to be madly in love with me. I guess not, tho! Ten years later, when I thought of him one day, I broke down crying inconsolably, so I guess he had my heart. MY AGE NOW: 59 WHERE I LIVE: Lebanon, Oregon, the heart of the Willamette Valley, sort of. WHAT I DRIVE: A 2014 Subaru Impreza. Also a 2002 Ford Ranger - and a cheap but nice bike I bought off craigslist. WHAT I DO: I grow daylilies and hybridize them. I sell the seeds and some of the fans. I also sell socks, hats and slippers online. I hang with my hubby who is legally disabled (but who will NEVER be in-valid) as much as possible. We ride bikes around when we can and thrift shop, watch baseball and ice skating and mostly whatever he wants whilst I list things and such. Sometimes we play sax but we are taking a break right now. WHO HAS MY HEART: Kevin P. Mallon has my heart in the most romantic sort of way. I love him more each day. He is my third husband and we have been married 25 years. I can totally be myself with him and he mostly adores me - it is mutual. My children have my heart. So do my friends and family, including you facebook peeps, and your children.... IF YOU ARE FEELING BRAVE, like or comment and Ill give you an age to recollect and reminisce - optional, of course!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 02:12:11 +0000
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