Monday, April 3, 2006

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 

 

12 comments:

robinngabster said...

We had a fake fireplace too!

hadonfield78 said...

We had one of those fake fireplaces too................
Well, untill my dad got drunk one Christmas eve and tried to light a fire in it
with a Yule Tide log............
But, that story is for another day...............

cdittric77 said...

I'll see if I can't do a post on this later today - great entry!

Charley
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tpiez4me said...

Great entry!  Wonderful memories too.  
Sharon - http://journals.aol.com/tpiez4me/CoastalComfort

butterflies4me04 said...

Great entry .... I got to know a lot more about you that I din't already know!

Thanks for sharing such a great entry with great pictures!

Theresa

am4039 said...

that's so nice, I love learning about people's lives. Don't forget if all else fails eat ice cream. LOL. Your family sounds so loving just the way you are.

debbted said...

Barb~Lucky you! Sounds like a wonderful childhood! ;-) Old family photos are so fun to look at and remember when...Me? OK the brief version until the book comes out ;-)...From Connecticut, Catholic, vacations in Maine, happy holidays, Dad worked his whole life in one mill ---worked hard and often, Mom stayed at home and not always thrilled with it, Grandparents and Dad's brothers' family lived right down the road, I'm oldest, one sister, two brothers, usually one dog (German Shephard or Collie) and many cats. Have a great day~Sassy ;-)

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cyndygee said...

I think many of us grew up at least a little like you.  Love your pics!

My mother could stretch a dollar and make it hollar . . .  LOL!  Thank goodness.  Things were tight with four children in the family, but my father worked a second job to make things better.

Two girls and two boys . . .  so, the house was seldom quiet.  I don't know how my mother did it . . .  we lived in S. CALIF until I was in double digits, eventually we landed out in New Mexico.  There was a big difference between Calif and N. Mexico!  AND . . .  today, my parents live about three miles from Steve and I and the three dogs . . .   here in SUNNY Arizona.  I like the Southwest!

trickeytricky said...

Yay! I love learning about everyone . . .

And the fake fireplace, I do believe we all had one of those. :) At least I had a fake snowy mountian view outta the window. A house full of ladies, your poor dad.

It sounds like you come from a very wonderful place!!

Ware Ima frum? ha, I think I have shared enough in my journal for all to get the jist.

Take Care!!

Amanda :)
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mtrib2 said...

It was fun reading about your childhood and the photo's are great.    I was born in Peoria, IL and moved to Joliet, IL in 1957.     For some reason I remember things once we moved when I was 5 but nothing about Peoria.    It must be that being in a strange place formed on my memory.    I remember looking out the back window following a snow storm with ice on top with my sister, and getting to go out in it the next day.    mark

randlprysock said...

Barbara,
This is just a darling entry.  I have to copy.  These are beautiful memories.  Thank you so much for sharing.  We have a lot in common.  Hugs,
Lisa

queenb8261 said...

I guess we were the only family in the continental US without a fake fireplace.  
But I love where you're from. Sounds like a very happy place.
Hugs, Barb