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Almost 70 years ago Clyda and Veon were married. That union is why we are all here. This blog is created to capture our thoughts and help us get to know each other better. There will be a new question posted each Sunday until December. Please use contributors first names only. If you are posting anonymously please add your first name to the text. Enjoy!
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Nicole, please publish the following disclaimer in a prominent place:
I hesitated to make long narratives with these posts, but Nicole said she might put the whole blog thing into a book form someday, and I could use this as a forum for writing for my kids and grandkids. I can’t pass up an opportunity like that. So rather than bore you, feel free to skip anything you’re not interested in or don’t want to be bothered to read. Sonja
Note from Nicole:
I am happy to do this for anybody that is interested. I am enjoying hearing from each of you and would love to hear from more. Thanks Sonja for taking the time to work on this and giving us an opportunity to get to know you better.
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Being born
Taking art classes
Getting married
Graduating from Westminster
Moving to the Oregon Coast
Moving from the Oregon coast
Learning how to be REALLY poor
Applying for disability
Getting disability
Living well on disability
Making sure my DNR is visable
Living amongst some unhappy,
bullying, angry seniors
Living amongst happy, energetic,intelliegent seniors.
Wishing I would wake up,dead
Living life a "happy camper"
Marilyn
Most of the "pivotal moments" of my life have been the result of long, deliberate and sometimes painful turning, rather than pivots. One of the first was my earliest memory (which I've addressed in an earlier post) when I surrendered my voice to my father at the age of 2 and a half or so.
The next was probably moving from Mo. to Utah and the long, painful process of overcoming a profound homesickness. The turning point for that was when I went back to school in 8th grade, with my hair grown back out from the ugly cut my sister's friend gave me on the way to Utah, and discovering that people (boys particularly) found me attractive. (8th grade is that age, you know).
As I look back now, my seminary graduation was probably some form of turning point. This was not because it was Seminary Graduation, but because it was my first conscious, deliberate act of defiance. When we walked to the center of the stage to receive our "diploma" we had to announce "Two" if we were getting two certificates - the second being a certificate for having read the Book of Mormon that year. The announcer assumed I was getting two and announced it for me. I smiled and said, "No, just the one!"
Getting married, becoming a Mother, becoming a Grandmother, the death of my parents, going back to school and graduating from college, getting a master's degree, and retiring, have all been hallmarks, but not necessarily pivitol points. Perhaps the most significant is coming to terms about my beliefs about the church and the courage to live openly by my own convictions, knowing the responses it engenders in others. Again, this was not a "point" but a long, deliberate, and painful process. And well worth the struggle.
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