Where I Come From

Mosie had an entry Where I Come From

So I decided to do a version of this myself.

Where I come from we went to church every Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night.  And if there was a revival we were there all week.

My Daddy is a preacher. My Mom was a coach.  There were three of us girls Pam my older sister is two years my senior.  Christi my younger was seven years younger than me.

We celebrated every holiday.  On Christmas morning we would wait for permission to get up and race down the hall to see what Santa brought. 

This first picture is a picture of us on one of those Christmas mornings.  Please notice the matching outfits. 

The next picture is of us before going to Church on Easter Sunday.  We had started putting our foot down about the matching outfits.  As you can see Mom won this one.  We were allowed to pick our own colors though.  I guess I must have liked purple then.

The third picture is the same year.  Yes Christi does have a black eye.  Pam hit her in the face with a bat while we were playing in the yard one day.  It was an accident.  Notice the sexy fish net stockings!

The third picture is of me as a pop warner cheerleader.  I was proud of that!  I was one of the few that actually got to lead the cheers!  There were only six of us.  The rest of the squad just yelled from the bleachers.  Christi was one of those.

Every year my Mom  and Dad took us to different places around San Antonio for our annual Christmas card.  This one was taken at the sewer plant because of the palm trees.

We took the pictures at the mall one year.  And I remember the year we took them on the riverwalk.

Picture six is in our front yard.  Yes that hippie chick is me. LOL The tree we are standing in front of was home base for tag, second base for baseball and alot of fun to climb.  We each had our own branch that we pretended was our house.

 And then I had to throw one in of Eric when he was two riding the pony.  This was definitely my idea and not his.  He wanted to ride the cars around the circle.

He would throw a fit when the ride was over and he had to get out of the car, or off the police motorcycle.  Usu I had to get one of the guys running the ride to take him off.  He would get off willingly with them, but if I tried....well let's just say it wasn't a pretty picture.

So I came from a loving family.  My parents set the example.

My Mom could stretch one chicken to feed all of us.  We were never overweight or under fed.

God was the boss and we tried to honor him with our lives.

God gave us each day our daily bread and forgave us our trespasses as we forgave those who trespassed against us.

He led us away from temptation and delivered us from evil

For He is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever.

I was born on a vacation to Illinois where we went every summer for two weeks to visit the relatives.  We were the only Texans.

One of our cousins came to visit us when he was a small boy.

One of my Mexican friends came over and started talking to me.  He ran away terrified.  When I asked him what was wrong he  said, "The cowboys talk to the Indians?"

So now you know where I came from or at least a glimpse of where I was.

Growing up we were encourage to use our imaginations, to read , learn the piano and play outside.

We didn't have our own swimming pool, a tennis court or a pool table but somehow we survived.

I never saw my parents argue, do drugs, or use bad language,, and they even held handson occasion.

My Mom always knew where we were and what we were doing...and if there was any question about it all she had to do was ask a neighbor who watched us like my Mom watched their kids to make sure we were behaving.  We behaved...I mean what would the neighbors think if we didn't?

So love your children and teach them well.  Give them good memories of their childhoods.  Celebrate the holidays.  Color those Easter eggs.  Help the Easter bunny and show him where to hide them.

And if all else fails and you forget where they are hidden just look for the bunny poop.

Now one more thing I would like to know...

Ware You Frum?

Barbara