This is not a new site, just a combination of 2 sites into one. I feel like writing about who I am today and what better way to get to know me than to know my background and where I am from...my humble beginnings if you please. I was born in West Virginia at Charleston General Hospital in 1946 on Christmas Eve. But I was soon to be transported to a little village back in the mountains, where I would grow and learn about life for the next 8 years of my own life. In this little village, I was free to roam about as I liked, never having to worry about being kidnapped, molested, or otherwise dealt a harsh blow, and I roamed to my hearts content. All the little houses were painted white and had green shingle roofs. It was a coal-mining town, and my grandfather was foreman of the mines. He passed away the same year I was born, back in February. My father too was a miner and picked slate and loaded coal cars for a living. He was a hard working man and my mother worked all day on the house and taking care of me. She idolized me and as I grew she saw many of her father's mannerisms in me. I slept flat of my back, like he did, and she said he could lay down on a narrow bench and fall asleep without ever falling off of it. He'd cross his arms over his chest and sleep away. He was of Dutch/German blood and was a stout fellow as far as I can tell from the only picture I have of him with my Mother.
My Grandmother, Elsie, had been his wife since she was 16. He passed away at 46 of a heart attack in his front yard after coming home from working at the mines all day. My father found his body and ran to get the doctor, but it was too late. He was gone. My Grandmothers Mother was Cherokee and had a long, silver braid that had never been cut. When I knew her she was bed fast, and we'd go to see them on holidays. She liked for me to sit on her bed and tell her stories. She was a big woman and suffered with diabetes and had a very difficult time of it. My grandmothers father had passed away, but he too was Cherokee, and my own fathers father was as well. Tall people. Dark people, with gentle ways and kind faces. I consider myself to be primarily Cherokee, with a splash of English mixed in for good measure. My fathers Mother was from Manchester, England and had come to America via ship when she was only 16. She was difficult to understand, but she was a very jolly person and had snow white hair when I knew her. She was very round and very sweet and of a mild nature. My fathers father passed away when my Dad was only 6.
The hills of home were covered with trees and plants of all kinds. You could pick fruit from many of them and it was delicious. There were black walnuts to be gathered, ramps to clean and cook, and greens of various sorts grew there as well. Everyone in the village had enclosed porches where they would string up the green beans from their gardens, and everyone traded fruits and vegetables. What one family had or didn't have, their neighbor did and the food was delicious. Berries grew wild there...strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and we had an apple tree in the front yard that yielded the best apples in town. My grandmother would cook them and make homemade fried apple pies for my grandfathers lunch and as treats for us. I can remember going for walks in the woods with my Dad and there was a fruit they called a Paw paw and he was tall enough to reach them. They were like a mango, but with smaller seeds. They were sweet, juicy and quite eatable. We always had fun when we went with him and the woods were full of all sorts of flowers and bushes. We also had a small river that ran through town and there were Beech-Nut trees all along the river and as with everything, you only had to run your hands through one of the branches and retrieve a hand full of beech nuts and you had yourself another treat! It was the perfect place to grown up in and I was truly sad when the mines closed down and we had to move to the city.
But I took something with me that I still have today. Jack calls me a "shaman". A Cherokee Shaman. I knew things. Things that were going to happen in the future. It didn't show up until much later in my life. Another name for it is "seer", or "prophet". It is a gift, one that I cherish and one that will go with me to my grave, and beyond. It happened even when I was younger, but I wasn't in tune with it yet...I wasn't paying enough attention. But it began really making itself known in my teen years. I knew, for instance, that someday I'd have twins and a little girl. I knew later on that I'd meet a man with the last name of Tyler, and the first initial of his name would be a J. I was fortunate to be a Navy child or I'd never have come to California and I never would have met Jack. We took a round-about way of getting here, but I came back to California at the age of 18, by myself. We had moved to California in 1963 and stayed for a year, but the Navy moved us then to Minnesota. I was very sick there. It was so cold and I was so depressed and just wanted to come back home. At 18 they couldn't keep me from coming back, and my grandmother helped me to afford the airplane ticket and home I did come.
I worked from the age of 19 at various odd jobs, and at 21 I got a job working for the Federal Government in a Civil Service Job. I had worked there for 10 years, when a new employee came to work there. His name was, you guessed it, Jack Tyler. I wasn't aware of the knowledge I had had at a much younger age, I just didn't recall it at the time. He watched how I was being treated, and began coaching me on ways to let my supervisors hang themselves. They would give me project after project and get angry when I hadn't finished the first one, and second one, while they were handing me a third one. He began teaching me about his philosophy, the Tao. It was his life blood and I through it was all very mysterious. I loved it, even if I didn't understand it.
One evening after work, I called him to see if I could come over just for a visit and to get to know one another. He said sure, gave me directions, and off I went. We sat in the floor listening to Led Zeppelin and talking for hours. When I got ready to leave, he followed me to my car, touched my shoulder and said, "sometimes all you need is a friend." Things progressed, one thing leading to another, and in July of that year, we were engaged to be married. On December 24th of 1975, we were married at my mothers house in Chula Vista and it seemed the whole world was decorated and celebrating our union. A year later, on November 17, I gave birth to twin sons. Brian and Alex. A year and 1/2 later, I had our baby girl, and our family was complete. It wasn't until recently that I told him I had known about things when I was a child, and I don't know if he believed me or not, but I had been looking for him, knowing the vicinity of San Diego he would live in, and I knew he had cats, and that he would make me feel at home. He did in ever way.
There have been many things in my life that I fore-knew. I'll try to recount them when I have more time. Back in my little home town, we had many animals. We had eagles in profusion and I identified with them I guess because once when Jack and I were on our way to work, we were talking about our favorite animal, one that we would like to be if we came back as an animal. His was the wolf, mine was the eagle. Years later he bought me a book on Cherokee Astrology. I am not one to be labeled by astrology, but it is interesting that my sign is the eagle. The little town was named Ameagle...short for American Eagle Colliery. It is interesting what it says about those born in the sign of the eagle, and a lot of it is exactly what I would describe myself as being.
None-the-less, I have always identified with the Cherokee people. I think they got a raw deal and I think they were decent people. Very misunderstood people. They are farmers at heart. Close to the earth and I feel very close to nature. It's hard to say whether it is because of where I lived as a child, or because of the basis for the Tao to interact with us, or that it is a part of who I am because of my ancestry. I am very fond of nature and feel a kinship with it. I can sense rain before it ever shows itself. Once I told Jack, on a perfectly sunny day, that it would be raining before he backed out of the drive way to go to work. He said, "sure it will", and didn't think anymore of it. He got ready to go to work, got in the truck, and as he neared the end of the driveway, the rain started. He doesn't think much about it anymore, because I do it all the time.
My granddaughter Venus is like me. He calls her the "Little Shaman". At the age of about 4 1/2, one day Venus was looking in the mirror and she calmly said, "Look in the mirror... what do you see? A child, a stranger...". She has had dreams about me and in her dream other people thought I was dumb. But she saw something about me and said "Grandma, you know a lot that people don't think you know!" I was shocked. At the time, I was on medication for a condition I have had for many years. Was born with it I think, but instead of it being a detriment, it has shown me many things about the human mind and the spirit of people. My spirit has taken many journeys...and is not limited by time and space. My soul is left in charge of my body and my life, and my spirit will go places I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. It does things for people that I don't know...it is mysterious even to me and I am considered very eccentric I am sure. The spirit is who we are. It is a part of everything we have experienced, and the things we will experience in the future. We all have gifts. Some of us are more aware than others, but it becomes apparent to us as the years go by.
Jack's gift from the Tao is the ability to heal. When I was 5 months pregnant with the twins, I got sick one night and he had to take me to the hospital. He had to wait in the waiting room while they were checking me out, and he became like a lens, focusing the power of the Tao into my body. I felt the immediate cessation of pain in my back and legs. As it turned out, I had a severe kidney and bladder infection. They gave me some medicine to take and a prescription to pick up the next day. But I went home with Jack pain free. He has used it often to help others. When our littlest grandson was born, he was very sick. He had pulmonary hypertension and was on all sorts of life support systems. I prayed, that's what I do. Jack focused the Tao to little Kris around the same time. The Doctor treating him was from India, and he had gone to the chapel to pray for Kris. We were on our way to drop our son off at home. After we dropped him off, we continued on our way, and before we got home, the phone rang and Brian told us that the Doctor said that a miracle had happened. Kris's lungs had expanded and he was breathing on his own. Even the doctor called it a miracle and was so excited he ran to get other doctors to come and look at the X-Rays of the baby's lungs.
These things are true. I have no reason to make it up. It is who we are. We were meant to be together and we are all of something much bigger than we can even imagine. In the Cherokee Astrology book, Jack's sign is the serpent. But rather than associate it with something bad, as in the Garden of Eden where sin was introduced into the world via the serpent beguiling the woman to eat the fruit of the tree of knowledge, it says that Adam and Eve were growing soft and weak from their cushy lifestyle, and the serpent took a stick and stirred up the garden and introduced the human race to consciousness. To know the difference between right and wrong. They were tossed out of the Garden where they grew stronger and wiser having to deal with the elements of the real world. It is something to think about. I am a Christian first, but I use the Tao book everyday to make myself a better person. It has made me strong and independent and I can do much more than I ever thought possible. Look at the achievements mankind has made over the years. Would we have come so far if we had stayed in the Garden? Would we know how to have compassion on other people? Would we have ever walked on the moon, or invented cures for many illnesses that have befallen mankind? Something to think about. I like this sort of analytical thinking...I love reading about the various religions of the world and figuring out how they are all interrelated. I am who I am, and I like what I like and for now, that's a good introduction to the world I live in. I love to write poetry, and to post to my blog, and to make good food for my loved ones, and to visit our back yard daily with my husband where we sit under our orange tree and contemplate the life we have made together. We are very close, we share the bounty of life, and we are travelers on this road together. When one falls, the other one is there to help him or her up again. We don't fight, why would we? We are One and who fights with himself?
I wish you happy reading, I hope you find it interesting, and if you have a comment to make, please don't hesitate. And so I am beginning anew here today and I can guarantee that the posts in the future will be fun & interesting.
Regards,
Bonnie
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
New Ground
I updated Squeakings of a Housemouse today, and for some reason unbeknownst to me, it moved all of the posts around and labeled it as being done today. Disregard. Everything from this point in should post just fine. I am not ready to create a new post right at the present moment. It's something I will work on over the next few days, and I should be back in business after this entry. I hope you enjoy what you find here. I am looking for a new, fresh, and interesting blog for my readers to enjoy and ponder over. Every time I will try to vary the menu and hopefully will find that there's comething for everyone here. So sit back, relax, and get ready for a new post in a few days. I'm looking forward to entertaining you!
Regards,
Bonnie
Regards,
Bonnie
Sweet Memories
In years gone by, back before we had the Coronado Bay Bridge, there was a ferry landing at the foot of Broadway, one ferry for taking cars across, and a ferry (called the nickel snatcher) for people. Every morning, a friend of mine would meet me around 4:30 a.m. to walk to the bus stop on Hilltop Drive in Chula Vista, and we would sleep while the bus waited for folks in the area to come onboard. We would ride the bus, without having to transfer, to downtown San Diego. We then would get off fairly close to the harbor and have breakfast at a local eatery, & I believe the place was called Dixie's. We'd have a hearty breakfast of sunny-side up eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, toast and coffee and after they got to know us they always gave us extra large portions. We needed the energy though, because after breakfast, we would sometimes have to jog to the ferry landing, pay our fare, buy a newspaper and hot cocoa and find our seat on the ferry. We would wait for it to fill up and then slowly make our way across the bay, after which we would walk up to building 334 on Naval Air Station North Island. One morning it was quite foggy and we accidentally ran into another ferry. No one was hurt, but a few of us wore our drinks to work that day. In the summer months, the breeze on the bay was really refreshing. Some evenings, when we had had to work overtime, all our co-walkers would leave together and walk down to the landing and ride across the bay together.
The unit we worked in consisted of all women. Coreen and I were the youngest ones in that unit, we were 21. Later on a few more young people joined the group. But most of them were in their 30's and we all got along well together. I was young and inexperienced, but I was very proud of the fact that I had a desk job and my own typewriter and my own responsiblities. I was a fast and accurate typist and my job was typing up naval mesages and speedletters and mailing out status cards and filing and all the usual clerical responsibilities. I had a good relationship with everyone and we all really just enjoyed chatting as we went about our daily routine. I still remember when the Hong Kong Flu hit us and a lot of us were out for quite a while trying to recuperate. It was really bad. I was out for a week and when I went back in, there were only about 3 or 4 people in our unit that were working that day. I was still very weak, but felt I had been out long enough and went back to work on a Friday. I could have stayed home for the rest of that week and went back in on Monday, but I was coscientious in my younger years and so I went back before I really had to.
San Diego is a beautiful city, and has changed a lot over the years. The picture on this blog is the way it looks today, but back in the day when we rode the ferry there were a lot fewer buildings and the beautiful bridge was only a plan on paper. I didn't have to ride the bus for long. I eventually bought a car, a yellow Chevy Nova, and I would drive around the Strand to get to work. I loved my little car and I washed it every Saturday while listening to music and drinking ice cold Pepsi's. I lived at home for a while, but eventually a friend of mine invited me to share an apartment with her and so I moved out and lived with her in Imperial Beach. We had a lot of fun together, and every payday Friday we would cash our checks, buy food at Jack-In-the-Box, a couple of bottles of wine and party all weekend with friends. It was a lot of fun being on our own.
This is a good spot to end this little entry...just a few good memories of life when things wern't so fast and furious. Now I am retired and enjoying life as a grandmother of 7 wonderful grandchildren. I have always loved San Diego and I was unfortunate enough to have to move after I had been here only a year, but I turned 18 shortly after that and bought myself a one-way ticket home after a year of being away. I flew in to San Diego as the evening settled over the city and all the lights were on as we flew right over the top of some of the tallest buildings. I have watched San Diego change over the years and my husband has introduced me to many more of the sights of the city. I have a lot of wonderful memories which I would be delighted to share. So stay tuned for more entries as we go about living in, and enjoying together, the sights and sounds of a beautiful city.
The unit we worked in consisted of all women. Coreen and I were the youngest ones in that unit, we were 21. Later on a few more young people joined the group. But most of them were in their 30's and we all got along well together. I was young and inexperienced, but I was very proud of the fact that I had a desk job and my own typewriter and my own responsiblities. I was a fast and accurate typist and my job was typing up naval mesages and speedletters and mailing out status cards and filing and all the usual clerical responsibilities. I had a good relationship with everyone and we all really just enjoyed chatting as we went about our daily routine. I still remember when the Hong Kong Flu hit us and a lot of us were out for quite a while trying to recuperate. It was really bad. I was out for a week and when I went back in, there were only about 3 or 4 people in our unit that were working that day. I was still very weak, but felt I had been out long enough and went back to work on a Friday. I could have stayed home for the rest of that week and went back in on Monday, but I was coscientious in my younger years and so I went back before I really had to.
San Diego is a beautiful city, and has changed a lot over the years. The picture on this blog is the way it looks today, but back in the day when we rode the ferry there were a lot fewer buildings and the beautiful bridge was only a plan on paper. I didn't have to ride the bus for long. I eventually bought a car, a yellow Chevy Nova, and I would drive around the Strand to get to work. I loved my little car and I washed it every Saturday while listening to music and drinking ice cold Pepsi's. I lived at home for a while, but eventually a friend of mine invited me to share an apartment with her and so I moved out and lived with her in Imperial Beach. We had a lot of fun together, and every payday Friday we would cash our checks, buy food at Jack-In-the-Box, a couple of bottles of wine and party all weekend with friends. It was a lot of fun being on our own.
This is a good spot to end this little entry...just a few good memories of life when things wern't so fast and furious. Now I am retired and enjoying life as a grandmother of 7 wonderful grandchildren. I have always loved San Diego and I was unfortunate enough to have to move after I had been here only a year, but I turned 18 shortly after that and bought myself a one-way ticket home after a year of being away. I flew in to San Diego as the evening settled over the city and all the lights were on as we flew right over the top of some of the tallest buildings. I have watched San Diego change over the years and my husband has introduced me to many more of the sights of the city. I have a lot of wonderful memories which I would be delighted to share. So stay tuned for more entries as we go about living in, and enjoying together, the sights and sounds of a beautiful city.
A Touch of Fall...or Is It Winter?
Summer is over, and the skies are grey. But we seem to have skipped fall altogether! One day it was 85, the next day we have grey skies, wind, and rain. It doesn't seem like fall at all. Where are the falling leves of gold and brown, and the days were mellow like Indian Summer? A lot of folks, just like myself, don't mind the change in weather. My feet swell up in the summer, and the days were hot and dull. But many others can't get it hot enough! At least here in sunny San Diego. With beaches to frequent, it isn't surprising.
But I like the rain and the cloudy skies and the occasionsl clap of thunder, or a flash of lightening. My daughter went out yesterday and clipped all the newly blooming roses from our rose garden and we brought them in to enjoy rather than letting the winds blow them helter-skelter. They smell so good! Their rich, warm colors are a nice touch in the living room.
I spent 3 years in Kodiak, Alaska where the warmest days of summer got up to 65 degrees! In the winter, the perma-frost would turn the first rains of winter into sheets of ice, and the temperature would dip to 10 below 0. There were storms in the winter months called willawahs and the winds got up to 100 MPH. We got use to it I guess, because we would walk to school in that and find our way home in blinding blizzards! I remember one day especially when my glasses
iced up and everything was white. You couldn't see anything beyond the reach of your own arm. I don't know how I ever made it home.
One time, our Mom came to get us at school because of the weather, and the car wouldn't climb the hill to get to the main road. She had started walking and some man gave her a ride to the school. I saw her go past my English class and her shoulders were heaped up with snow! She was headed to the kindergarten class to get my baby sister first. When she collected my brother and myself, we
left the building and she had us get in the car of the man who had given her a ride so he would take us to our car. When the owner of the car came out of the school and got in his car, he just stared at us. It was the wrong car. But when she told him the story of how the other person had given her a ride, he just laughed and asked us to show him where we wanted to go and he drove us to our car. Very understanding fellow!
I have also lived in Minnesota, and the temperature dipped to a chilly 55 degrees below zero! No one went out on days like that. I swear, at 10 degrees below zero, the sun came out and the snow began to melt! I went out on the porch to get the mail and I had shorts on. Bizzare weather to say the least. So, when the snow melted all the way, and Spring had come, I called the airlines in St. Paul and got a ticket for San Diego! I was 18 1/2 and I had had enough snow to last me a lifetime!
Somehow I have never regretted that decision. There have been scorching days when snow looked inviting, but never enough to make me leave California and look for a state that has snow in the winter. We have rain, and if you want to see snow, you can go to the mountains in the winter. But I'll take San Diego, and the heat, and the occasional earthquake, and rain in the winter! No more snow for me. The way the population has increased, I think there are a lot of people who agree with me. The sunny skies of San Diego have always felt like home to me. There are balmy days, cloudy days, rainy days, and enough variety to suit me. San Diego is pretty much perfect. I will never forget the lights of the city coming on as my plane flew low over the tall buildings of "Home", and I have never been unhappy enough in the heat, to move to any other place.
San Diego, you are just my cup of tea. . . or glass of iced tea! No matter the temperature, you will always be home to me!
But I like the rain and the cloudy skies and the occasionsl clap of thunder, or a flash of lightening. My daughter went out yesterday and clipped all the newly blooming roses from our rose garden and we brought them in to enjoy rather than letting the winds blow them helter-skelter. They smell so good! Their rich, warm colors are a nice touch in the living room.
I spent 3 years in Kodiak, Alaska where the warmest days of summer got up to 65 degrees! In the winter, the perma-frost would turn the first rains of winter into sheets of ice, and the temperature would dip to 10 below 0. There were storms in the winter months called willawahs and the winds got up to 100 MPH. We got use to it I guess, because we would walk to school in that and find our way home in blinding blizzards! I remember one day especially when my glasses
iced up and everything was white. You couldn't see anything beyond the reach of your own arm. I don't know how I ever made it home.
One time, our Mom came to get us at school because of the weather, and the car wouldn't climb the hill to get to the main road. She had started walking and some man gave her a ride to the school. I saw her go past my English class and her shoulders were heaped up with snow! She was headed to the kindergarten class to get my baby sister first. When she collected my brother and myself, we
left the building and she had us get in the car of the man who had given her a ride so he would take us to our car. When the owner of the car came out of the school and got in his car, he just stared at us. It was the wrong car. But when she told him the story of how the other person had given her a ride, he just laughed and asked us to show him where we wanted to go and he drove us to our car. Very understanding fellow!
I have also lived in Minnesota, and the temperature dipped to a chilly 55 degrees below zero! No one went out on days like that. I swear, at 10 degrees below zero, the sun came out and the snow began to melt! I went out on the porch to get the mail and I had shorts on. Bizzare weather to say the least. So, when the snow melted all the way, and Spring had come, I called the airlines in St. Paul and got a ticket for San Diego! I was 18 1/2 and I had had enough snow to last me a lifetime!
Somehow I have never regretted that decision. There have been scorching days when snow looked inviting, but never enough to make me leave California and look for a state that has snow in the winter. We have rain, and if you want to see snow, you can go to the mountains in the winter. But I'll take San Diego, and the heat, and the occasional earthquake, and rain in the winter! No more snow for me. The way the population has increased, I think there are a lot of people who agree with me. The sunny skies of San Diego have always felt like home to me. There are balmy days, cloudy days, rainy days, and enough variety to suit me. San Diego is pretty much perfect. I will never forget the lights of the city coming on as my plane flew low over the tall buildings of "Home", and I have never been unhappy enough in the heat, to move to any other place.
San Diego, you are just my cup of tea. . . or glass of iced tea! No matter the temperature, you will always be home to me!
Welcoming New Life to Planet Earth
After our honeymoon of two weeks was over, we went back to our jobs. It was different for me, because my new husband continued to tell me more and more about dealing with the people we worked with. They had to respect me more, because he was sitting right there in the same office. They couldn't stick their noses into our business any more. No more trips to the coffee room for Jack so they could tell him not to get involved with me. We continued as before, but my happiness was complete. I had someone to love and someone who loved me in return.
In March, I went in for a pregnancy test, but I already knew I was pregnant. The test came back positive and I was thrilled! A baby to love. As the pregnancy went on and I got bigger, I had to take a nap when we got home from work. Jack would let me sleep till around 7:00 p.m. and he would make us TV dinners and wake me up to eat. He was so sweet and considerate. He took good care of me and I flourished under his loving care and devotion. The doctor gave me pre-natal vitamins, and they also had me on water pills. In July I was 5 months along and one evening I developed severe back pains. I had to keep visiting the loo, and that night the pains got worse and Jack took me to Doctor's Hospital Emergency room. When we got there, there was a man taking wheel chairs into the hospital, and when he saw me he came running with a chair. They checked everthing out and determined I had a severe kidney and bladder infection. They gave me a prescription and released me. But while I was laying on the table in the emergency room, I suddenly started feeling better. I didn't know at the time, but Jack had gone just outside the room and was focusing all his love and care on me. He had told me a lot about the Tao, his religion, and how he was a lens, and able to focus this power to someone in need of help. I wouldn't have understood it, but I got better and was able to sleep that night after we got home. The next morning, Jack went and got my prescription filled. I was off work for a couple of days, but soon felt better and returned to work.
The boss harrassed me off and on, and when I had first got pregnant, I told him I needed to schedule maternity leave. He glared at me and asked me if I knew what I was talking about! I told him I had been a woman all my life, and knew very well what I was talking about! Just that sort of inane prattle was standared fare for me. They couldn't get past my diagnosis and apparently thought it meant I was mentally retarded or just plain stupid. But none the less, it soon became aparent that indeed I did know what I was talking about, and was indeed very pregnant! One day, he harrassed me so much I started bleeding and had to go to sick bay. They sent me home and told me to see my doctor. He told me I needed complete bed rest for a couple of days with my feet elevated. So I did just that. Not much changed at work. The only happy place for me was home, and our evenings together. We went for walks every night and Jack would tell me about the stars, and how everything was for me. We grew closer and closer. On the 4th of July we walked a few blocks away from the house and watched the fire works. I was so much in love with my new husband. I was happy for the first time in a very long while.
We went for all the doctor appointments, and I was doing really well. I wasn't gaining too much weight until November. I went in every week at that point and one week I had gained 10 lbs! The doctor said we should take some pictures to see just what was going on. Back then they didn't have ultrasound, so they did an X-ray. It was difficult to move around on the table, but after all the pictures were developed, they showed them to Jack and me. There were 2 babies! They had only been able to get one heart beat, but the pictures told the true story. I was so excited! But the only bad thing was that they were both in the breech position. The doctor said they would do a ceserean because breech birth would be too hard for me, as it was my first pregnancy.
That evening after we left the doctor office, we went to his Grandma Helen's house to tell them the news, but they wern't home. So we bought our TV dinners and went home. I couldn't eat. I was so excited. I took a walk down to the little market we shopped at and called my Mom's house. She wasn't there, but my brother was. I told him the news, but he had said earlier that I would probably have twin's because of how big I was getting. He was happy, and when my Mom came home and he told her about their being 2 babies, she didn't believe him because he had said that so often. I walked back home, and after we went to bed, I lay there wide awake and thinking about the prospect of 2 babies. It was 4:00 a.m. before I drifted off to sleep. At 5:00 a.m. I awoke with a start! It had felt like an earthquake in my stomach and my water broke! We hadn't even bought a bed yet for the baby, and here I was going into labor! Jack turned on the light, and was relieved that the ordeal would soon be over.
I went to the bathroom and changed clothes and put on his bathrobe and my slippers. My case for the hospital was already packed. I had been shopping and bought a pretty green nightgown and bathrobe and slippers, and had packed my makeup several weeks in advance. So we took my case, got in the car and headed for the hospital. We stopped at the market so Jack could alert my doctor, and then we left. The fiat had never ran so smoothly! I felt a pain just as we turned onto the freeway. When we got to the hospital, they had me put on a hospital gown and a little elderly man pushed me in a wheel chair to the lab where they took more pictures. I had wanted to have them naturally because back then they thought if you had one cesesarian, you couldn't have natural birth. My doctor had a specialist check me out, and he said I could have them naturally. So I decided to do just that.
Back then they didn't give you anything for the pain. You just had to suffer, and with 2 babies being born breech, the pain was excruciating. They gave me a cup of ice, and Jack stayed with me as long as they would let him. They would come in a check things out, and finally, after 8 hours of agony, one of the babies heart started slowing down and they decided to take me in and deliver the babies. Jack left at that point because they told him he would be in the way if something went wrong. He went to call my parents and his Mom and Grandma. It seemed like I was in the delivery room forever. They gave me a spinal, and there were several doctor's and a team of nurses there to take care of the babies. They delivered the first baby with forceps and disappeared with him. He was born bottom first, and the second baby was feet first. When they said they were both boys, I was thrilled. Most men want a son first and I had given Jack 2 sons! They held the second baby up for me to see, and I said "Hi, Baby! Don't cry!" I held up my hand to him and he grabbed my finger and stopped crying. Then they worked with me after the nurses left with the babies.
In March, I went in for a pregnancy test, but I already knew I was pregnant. The test came back positive and I was thrilled! A baby to love. As the pregnancy went on and I got bigger, I had to take a nap when we got home from work. Jack would let me sleep till around 7:00 p.m. and he would make us TV dinners and wake me up to eat. He was so sweet and considerate. He took good care of me and I flourished under his loving care and devotion. The doctor gave me pre-natal vitamins, and they also had me on water pills. In July I was 5 months along and one evening I developed severe back pains. I had to keep visiting the loo, and that night the pains got worse and Jack took me to Doctor's Hospital Emergency room. When we got there, there was a man taking wheel chairs into the hospital, and when he saw me he came running with a chair. They checked everthing out and determined I had a severe kidney and bladder infection. They gave me a prescription and released me. But while I was laying on the table in the emergency room, I suddenly started feeling better. I didn't know at the time, but Jack had gone just outside the room and was focusing all his love and care on me. He had told me a lot about the Tao, his religion, and how he was a lens, and able to focus this power to someone in need of help. I wouldn't have understood it, but I got better and was able to sleep that night after we got home. The next morning, Jack went and got my prescription filled. I was off work for a couple of days, but soon felt better and returned to work.
The boss harrassed me off and on, and when I had first got pregnant, I told him I needed to schedule maternity leave. He glared at me and asked me if I knew what I was talking about! I told him I had been a woman all my life, and knew very well what I was talking about! Just that sort of inane prattle was standared fare for me. They couldn't get past my diagnosis and apparently thought it meant I was mentally retarded or just plain stupid. But none the less, it soon became aparent that indeed I did know what I was talking about, and was indeed very pregnant! One day, he harrassed me so much I started bleeding and had to go to sick bay. They sent me home and told me to see my doctor. He told me I needed complete bed rest for a couple of days with my feet elevated. So I did just that. Not much changed at work. The only happy place for me was home, and our evenings together. We went for walks every night and Jack would tell me about the stars, and how everything was for me. We grew closer and closer. On the 4th of July we walked a few blocks away from the house and watched the fire works. I was so much in love with my new husband. I was happy for the first time in a very long while.
We went for all the doctor appointments, and I was doing really well. I wasn't gaining too much weight until November. I went in every week at that point and one week I had gained 10 lbs! The doctor said we should take some pictures to see just what was going on. Back then they didn't have ultrasound, so they did an X-ray. It was difficult to move around on the table, but after all the pictures were developed, they showed them to Jack and me. There were 2 babies! They had only been able to get one heart beat, but the pictures told the true story. I was so excited! But the only bad thing was that they were both in the breech position. The doctor said they would do a ceserean because breech birth would be too hard for me, as it was my first pregnancy.
That evening after we left the doctor office, we went to his Grandma Helen's house to tell them the news, but they wern't home. So we bought our TV dinners and went home. I couldn't eat. I was so excited. I took a walk down to the little market we shopped at and called my Mom's house. She wasn't there, but my brother was. I told him the news, but he had said earlier that I would probably have twin's because of how big I was getting. He was happy, and when my Mom came home and he told her about their being 2 babies, she didn't believe him because he had said that so often. I walked back home, and after we went to bed, I lay there wide awake and thinking about the prospect of 2 babies. It was 4:00 a.m. before I drifted off to sleep. At 5:00 a.m. I awoke with a start! It had felt like an earthquake in my stomach and my water broke! We hadn't even bought a bed yet for the baby, and here I was going into labor! Jack turned on the light, and was relieved that the ordeal would soon be over.
I went to the bathroom and changed clothes and put on his bathrobe and my slippers. My case for the hospital was already packed. I had been shopping and bought a pretty green nightgown and bathrobe and slippers, and had packed my makeup several weeks in advance. So we took my case, got in the car and headed for the hospital. We stopped at the market so Jack could alert my doctor, and then we left. The fiat had never ran so smoothly! I felt a pain just as we turned onto the freeway. When we got to the hospital, they had me put on a hospital gown and a little elderly man pushed me in a wheel chair to the lab where they took more pictures. I had wanted to have them naturally because back then they thought if you had one cesesarian, you couldn't have natural birth. My doctor had a specialist check me out, and he said I could have them naturally. So I decided to do just that.
Back then they didn't give you anything for the pain. You just had to suffer, and with 2 babies being born breech, the pain was excruciating. They gave me a cup of ice, and Jack stayed with me as long as they would let him. They would come in a check things out, and finally, after 8 hours of agony, one of the babies heart started slowing down and they decided to take me in and deliver the babies. Jack left at that point because they told him he would be in the way if something went wrong. He went to call my parents and his Mom and Grandma. It seemed like I was in the delivery room forever. They gave me a spinal, and there were several doctor's and a team of nurses there to take care of the babies. They delivered the first baby with forceps and disappeared with him. He was born bottom first, and the second baby was feet first. When they said they were both boys, I was thrilled. Most men want a son first and I had given Jack 2 sons! They held the second baby up for me to see, and I said "Hi, Baby! Don't cry!" I held up my hand to him and he grabbed my finger and stopped crying. Then they worked with me after the nurses left with the babies.
Friday, July 6, 2012
A Delicious Dessert - No Cooking Required
This dessert is delicious, easy to make, and I believe even if you have diabetes, you can still partake of this light treat. Absolutely no cooking required.
Angel Food Cake, which you can get at any supermarket, a container of fresh strawberries, or berries of any kind, and a huge container of creamy Cool Whip.
Slice the angel food cake into bite size peices. Wash the berries, drain and gently pat dry. Select your prettiest clear glasses or bowls, and layer the angel food cake, top with berries, and put as much cool whip as you desire between the layers and then on top, a dollop of cool whip and a berry on top!
Serve with a fresh pot of your favorite coffee, and enjoy. Makes a delightful, light dessert after a big dinner, or as a bedtime treat.
Another treat if you want something cool to drink: Make a strong pot of coffee, turn off and let cool. Sit pot in fridge for a couple of hours to really chill. When sufficiently chilled, put your favorite sweetner in a large glass, pour in the coffee to a little over half full, add ice and your favorite flavored coffee creamer, or your favorite flavoring (ie: Vanilla) to the mix, stir and enjoy. Tastes just as good as Starbucks and doesn't cost a lot to make. Simply refreshing and quite a favorite around the Tyler household.
Angel Food Cake, which you can get at any supermarket, a container of fresh strawberries, or berries of any kind, and a huge container of creamy Cool Whip.
Slice the angel food cake into bite size peices. Wash the berries, drain and gently pat dry. Select your prettiest clear glasses or bowls, and layer the angel food cake, top with berries, and put as much cool whip as you desire between the layers and then on top, a dollop of cool whip and a berry on top!
Serve with a fresh pot of your favorite coffee, and enjoy. Makes a delightful, light dessert after a big dinner, or as a bedtime treat.
Another treat if you want something cool to drink: Make a strong pot of coffee, turn off and let cool. Sit pot in fridge for a couple of hours to really chill. When sufficiently chilled, put your favorite sweetner in a large glass, pour in the coffee to a little over half full, add ice and your favorite flavored coffee creamer, or your favorite flavoring (ie: Vanilla) to the mix, stir and enjoy. Tastes just as good as Starbucks and doesn't cost a lot to make. Simply refreshing and quite a favorite around the Tyler household.
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