Movin on up!! And how to be a Great Mom. − 4 June, 1980
We moved to Mt. Pleasant today.
It's a really pretty town, small town that's for sure.
There's a little church there. Presbyrterian, and the minister was a very kind man..
I remember Ethyl, she was the sunday school teacher. I am now certain that she was a retired school teacher, most likely elementary. She told us about using our strong thumbs, and taught us that God loves us.
Then we would go up to the sanctuary where I would stare at the ceiling fans till my vision started to gray out. The sermons were really really boring.
The house was special, I know that.
I grew up there, I played with my GI joes in my bedroom, I used the heater vent as a hideaway for them in the fight against the evil forces of Cobra, and Deathstro. HA!! I rode my bike through the woods, I played in the stream behind the house.
I came home one time, I had decided that the dam that a big kid had built was a bad thing and went down there to knock it down with a baseball bat. Well, the dam was made of mud, and I could really swing a bat. You can do the math and see that I was completely covered in mud.
Mom was outside on the back porch when I came out of the corn field. She started to laugh the minute that I broke through the last row.
I was laughing at the muddy foot prints in the grass and she hit me with the garden hose full on right there on the porch. We were laughing the entire time as she hosed me down to get the mud off. She has always been so good at being a mom.
It's a really pretty town, small town that's for sure.
There's a little church there. Presbyrterian, and the minister was a very kind man..
I remember Ethyl, she was the sunday school teacher. I am now certain that she was a retired school teacher, most likely elementary. She told us about using our strong thumbs, and taught us that God loves us.
Then we would go up to the sanctuary where I would stare at the ceiling fans till my vision started to gray out. The sermons were really really boring.
The house was special, I know that.
I grew up there, I played with my GI joes in my bedroom, I used the heater vent as a hideaway for them in the fight against the evil forces of Cobra, and Deathstro. HA!! I rode my bike through the woods, I played in the stream behind the house.
I came home one time, I had decided that the dam that a big kid had built was a bad thing and went down there to knock it down with a baseball bat. Well, the dam was made of mud, and I could really swing a bat. You can do the math and see that I was completely covered in mud.
Mom was outside on the back porch when I came out of the corn field. She started to laugh the minute that I broke through the last row.
I was laughing at the muddy foot prints in the grass and she hit me with the garden hose full on right there on the porch. We were laughing the entire time as she hosed me down to get the mud off. She has always been so good at being a mom.
