I am standing at the top of the hill, ready to start my descent.
Before I begin the second half of my life, however,
I would like to take the time to tell the story of my life so far.
Walking through the cemetery, I weave my way through rows and rows of weathered headstones. Some stand at attention like sentinels. Some are sprawled on the ground, slumbering. Whether erect or reclined, each of these stones marks the final resting places of so many from so long ago.
I take note of the names inscribed on the stones—a few familiar, most unknown. Birth and death dates are chiseled under the names of the deceased.
On many of these markers, the dates are linked by a small line. Almost insignificant, this little en dash seems inconsequential.
When I was a child, I loved television. Of course, we only had three channels, if the antenna was working properly that day. (Move the rabbit ears a bit more, a bit more… stop… now, don’t move!) Our family would congregate around the TV set almost every evening. My favorite shows were All in the Family, Andy Griffith Show, The Beverly Hillbillies, Bewitched, The Dukes of Hazzard, Gilligan’s Island, Happy Days, I Dream of Jeannie, Laverne and Shirley, Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, and Welcome Back, Kotter. And Saturday mornings? Those cartoons/kids’ shows were the best! My siblings and I loved The Bugs Bunny Show, Captain Kangaroo, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, The Flintstones, Hong Kong Phooey, H.R. Pufnstuf, Josie and the Pussycats, and Scooby Doo.
This days, however, I do not watch much television. (I guess I am too busy writing blog entries.) When I do turn on the tube, I tend to prefer:
On this last day of Black History Month and in anticipation of Women’s History Month starting tomorrow, I am taking a break from documenting our families’ history to talk about some bigger issues…
I am a rural raised, rural residing, heterosexual, higher educated, middle class, middle-aged, white women.
I was brought up in a household poor in income but rich in spirit. Despite growing up in a lower-bracket financially, I worked hard and studied hard, eventually earning two degrees.
I am married to my longtime love; together, we are raising caring, compassionate children. I am very spiritual, identifying as a Christian, and am grateful for the goodness God has given me.
All in all, I am what would be termed one of the “privileged” people, because I understand that, for the most part, the cards are stacked in my favor. Granted, I might not hold all the cards, but I have been dealt a pretty good hand.
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I'm just a colourful Renaissance woman/human box of wine here to enlighten (and amuse) you.
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