Deborah1962
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Hello, my name is Deborah1962, aka Debs. I'm 50 (will be 51 this month) and live in the Central San Juaquin Valley in a little agricultural city known for it's very hot summers.
I come from a medium sized family of 6; I'm the eldest of 4 children, 3 girls and 1 boy.
I moved to my city when I was 15 years old and I hated it with a passion. A teen moving from Los Angeles County (we lived in La Puente) to the sticks didn't set well with me. It meant instead of going to Middle School where I sang in the choir, had 6 periods and 7 teachers (counting homeroom), I was demoted to elementary school 8th grade out rurally and not even in a school that had a decent mascot.
Life on our little farm wasn't all bad. We ate fresh vegetables, drank fresh goat's milk every morning for breakfast, got to feed baby goats (cute adorable things) at 5:30-6 AM every morning before our school bus came at 7 AM; down home county fairs and home canned fruit, vegetables, jams and sauerkraut. Oh yes, we made our own sauerkraut, so strong in flavor it knocked your socks off.
For all my complaints though I did enjoy the close family togetherness especially during Christmas. My dad and mom made the holiday less of a commercial holiday and more of a close family gathering. Dad often made the wreath from our huge pine tree out in the back yard that was as old as dirt. The boughs on the very bottom were so long and wide, you could make one huge wreath with enough left over for a swag over the door.
Mom made home made pumpkin pies. She had the flakiest pie crusts that won blue ribbons even if her language wasn't always for young ears to hear as she made the crust.
Both my parents are retired now, live 3 days' journey by car from me. They live in a gorgeous historical town in Montana. I hope to go see them as soon as my finances permit.
As for my own personal life here in my city, I have a gravely handicapped son 26 years of age. He was living with me until just last year when his disabilities and mental illness became so violent he had to be moved to a secure facility with round the clock staff.
I come from a medium sized family of 6; I'm the eldest of 4 children, 3 girls and 1 boy.
I moved to my city when I was 15 years old and I hated it with a passion. A teen moving from Los Angeles County (we lived in La Puente) to the sticks didn't set well with me. It meant instead of going to Middle School where I sang in the choir, had 6 periods and 7 teachers (counting homeroom), I was demoted to elementary school 8th grade out rurally and not even in a school that had a decent mascot.
Life on our little farm wasn't all bad. We ate fresh vegetables, drank fresh goat's milk every morning for breakfast, got to feed baby goats (cute adorable things) at 5:30-6 AM every morning before our school bus came at 7 AM; down home county fairs and home canned fruit, vegetables, jams and sauerkraut. Oh yes, we made our own sauerkraut, so strong in flavor it knocked your socks off.
For all my complaints though I did enjoy the close family togetherness especially during Christmas. My dad and mom made the holiday less of a commercial holiday and more of a close family gathering. Dad often made the wreath from our huge pine tree out in the back yard that was as old as dirt. The boughs on the very bottom were so long and wide, you could make one huge wreath with enough left over for a swag over the door.
Mom made home made pumpkin pies. She had the flakiest pie crusts that won blue ribbons even if her language wasn't always for young ears to hear as she made the crust.
Both my parents are retired now, live 3 days' journey by car from me. They live in a gorgeous historical town in Montana. I hope to go see them as soon as my finances permit.
As for my own personal life here in my city, I have a gravely handicapped son 26 years of age. He was living with me until just last year when his disabilities and mental illness became so violent he had to be moved to a secure facility with round the clock staff.
And thanks for the great introduction!
