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- Carol is a 64 year old woman from Tallmadge, Ohio, USA.
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- Member since Nov 13, 2005
When I was young and my family would hop into our '51 Ford for a roadtrip, I would squeeze into the back seat with my 2 older brothers armed with our comics and we would trade and bicker and carry on and then every once in awhile my mother would reach around through the cigarette haze and backhand all 3 of us at once. Since then I've continued on and today I'm proud to have seen and been through many changes, some of which are reflected here in my pages. Many of my beliefs are contrary to those of my cherished friends and so I say that they are just this, my opinions which are given in the spirit of openness, rather than to in any way alienate those who would come here. Lastly, if you don't click on everything you see, you're missing out on the best part, so try to slow down and enjoy. Blow up the screen, crank up the volume and welcome to my world :-)
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difficult to put words together but I will try. . . my mother was born and raised in New Haven Connecticut, light years ago. She grew up in a college town and her father did not allow her to date Yale boys, for they were said to marry the girl back home. She met my father at a church Halloween party (youth group) when she was 16, which would have made it 1932. She never worked a day in her life other than helping out with the family business and some volunteer work. . . oh yes and she taught at her alma mater for a year or two. That said, these were the days of the stay at home mom but I can still name 3 Presbyterian newsletters that she either edited or assisted in publishing  and in the late 40's, she learned to fly a plane so that she'd be able to land it if something should happen to my father, who flew. She loved to ride when she was young and were it not for a flaw in her skeletal makeup, would have followed an equestrian calling. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, very charismatic, but had many odd ways, one of which was an aversion to most people while doting on animals. She was fine in a one on one situation but she found it increasingly difficult to tolerate the incessant chatter which went along with social situations and in the end, contented herself with television and her beloved web tv which enabled her to read her email on a large screen. Through this medium, she kept contact with what friends and relatives were left and she could be heard jumping  online at all hours, checking out the action. She loved trivia and would often come to me with questions I could never answer, so she learned to google.
You ask why I write this . . no clue except I was just thinking about it and like my mother, I really don't fret over who likes my blog, they can always skip over the boring parts. I feel that so much of my heart has gone into these pages that not to include her is to leave out a big part of me. Although I watched over her for that last 8 years, she took care of me too, giving me her opinions and advice, even at the end, for she never lost it upstairs. During the last 7 weeks of her life, she was in 2 hospitals and 2 skilled nursing facilities . . . adjusting beautifully to her situation at each stage. All through this she gently led me to the inevitable, which I fought till the night I helplessly watched her die . . me who believes in the hereafter, but still so unwilling to let go. They cremated her on her hair day, even at the hour of her standing appointment and yesterday I brought her home again . . in a shoebox. You can talk to it but you can't argue, you can't resent you can't love, you can't hate . . . you can only remember. . . and so, that is what I do here, this night and always.
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