Have been coming to the park for 24 years
I guess I am bragging now but when I was 4 years old I started playing the trumpet and was considered a prodigy. By the time I was in my teens I had been asked to play for the Australian Common Wealth but declined because I did not want to go that far away from home.
I paid my way through college by playing in bands around the area and would sing now and then. I eventually concentrated more on vocal music than instrumental.
I taught music in school, was leader of the church choir, and conducted the city choir and have more or less participated in one form of music endeavor through out my life.
I am older now and have lost just a little of my wind but even if I have to say so myself, I can still put out a deep melodic baritone noise.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
FHTV/RV Tell Me A Story - 4
Has been in the park for 18 years
I always wanted to be a farmer. I took all the necessary courses to be come one so when I got out of the army I went to the local banker and he told me, "I have known your family for years and I have no doubt you would be a good risk, however as a friend I want you to know that I have been in this business for a long time and we are going to have several bad crop years. Don;t borrow the money just yet."
He had always been a trusted advisor so I decided I would go into industrial electronics like I had been trained for in the army. The banker was correct, the next several yeas saw Kentucky crop prices plummet. I was making good money and so I decided to stick with what I was doing.
I spent the rest of my working career in the field and became very familiar with complicated circuitry from the smallest to the largest of machines. I spent 10 years with IBM, 8 as a technician in a hospital and counting start up and construction jobs worked for 33 different companies.
I also became a hypnotherapist and participated in Toast Masters International where my strength was extemporaneous speaking.
I look at old pictures of me back in Kentucky and wonder how I got to be where I am. Part of it might have been that every day I went to work I looked on it as going to school where I was going to learn something.
I always wanted to be a farmer. I took all the necessary courses to be come one so when I got out of the army I went to the local banker and he told me, "I have known your family for years and I have no doubt you would be a good risk, however as a friend I want you to know that I have been in this business for a long time and we are going to have several bad crop years. Don;t borrow the money just yet."
He had always been a trusted advisor so I decided I would go into industrial electronics like I had been trained for in the army. The banker was correct, the next several yeas saw Kentucky crop prices plummet. I was making good money and so I decided to stick with what I was doing.
I spent the rest of my working career in the field and became very familiar with complicated circuitry from the smallest to the largest of machines. I spent 10 years with IBM, 8 as a technician in a hospital and counting start up and construction jobs worked for 33 different companies.
I also became a hypnotherapist and participated in Toast Masters International where my strength was extemporaneous speaking.
I look at old pictures of me back in Kentucky and wonder how I got to be where I am. Part of it might have been that every day I went to work I looked on it as going to school where I was going to learn something.
Monday, November 24, 2014
FHTV/RV Tell Me A Story - 3
Has lived in the park 9 years
My husband always wanted a black pick-up truck. One Christmas I discovered we had a little more money in the kitty than I had thought so I decided if I could get a truck for him.
I went to a car dealership and accidentally walked on to the used car lot instead of where they had parked the newer vehicles. There right before my eyes sat a big black pick-up truck with new chrome wheels and pin stripes. The sales man and I made a deal on the price but I told him that I did not want it until Christmas eve day. The dealer said that would not be a problem.
While my husband was at work the truck was delivered and put in the garage. When he came home from work I asked him to get the turkey out of the freezer in the garage.
We he opened the door there sat his truck with a big Christmas Bow on top.
We were expecting company for Christmas dinner but decided we ought to go for a ride. We were gone a couple of hours and when we returned I realized I had not turned on the stove for the turkey to cook.
I was lucky because our friends were late and we all had a very nice Christmas dinner and then we all went for a ride in the black pick-up truck.
My husband always wanted a black pick-up truck. One Christmas I discovered we had a little more money in the kitty than I had thought so I decided if I could get a truck for him.
I went to a car dealership and accidentally walked on to the used car lot instead of where they had parked the newer vehicles. There right before my eyes sat a big black pick-up truck with new chrome wheels and pin stripes. The sales man and I made a deal on the price but I told him that I did not want it until Christmas eve day. The dealer said that would not be a problem.
While my husband was at work the truck was delivered and put in the garage. When he came home from work I asked him to get the turkey out of the freezer in the garage.
We he opened the door there sat his truck with a big Christmas Bow on top.
We were expecting company for Christmas dinner but decided we ought to go for a ride. We were gone a couple of hours and when we returned I realized I had not turned on the stove for the turkey to cook.
I was lucky because our friends were late and we all had a very nice Christmas dinner and then we all went for a ride in the black pick-up truck.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
FHTV/RV Tell me a story - 2
Has been associated with the park for 24 years.
My dad's older brothers immigrated to the United States. They ended up living in New Jersey. Dad was to young to come over at the time so he had to wait a few years. While he was waiting the First World War started and he was drafted into the German Army.
He was given a rifle and a uniform and marched off to Italy. In one of the first battles he had a bullet scrape the top of his thumb. He use to show us the scar that developed all the time when we kids were growing up.
He decided that army life was not for him and he either kept a very low profile or hid out for the rest of the war. He finally made his way back to Germany. His brothers, my uncles, tried to get him cleared as an immigrant and come to the United States. The quota for Germany was filled so he went to Canada instead.
He got a job in Canada, married a woman, my mother, who was from the Ukraine and raised a family near Winnipeg where I still live.
My dad's older brothers immigrated to the United States. They ended up living in New Jersey. Dad was to young to come over at the time so he had to wait a few years. While he was waiting the First World War started and he was drafted into the German Army.
He was given a rifle and a uniform and marched off to Italy. In one of the first battles he had a bullet scrape the top of his thumb. He use to show us the scar that developed all the time when we kids were growing up.
He decided that army life was not for him and he either kept a very low profile or hid out for the rest of the war. He finally made his way back to Germany. His brothers, my uncles, tried to get him cleared as an immigrant and come to the United States. The quota for Germany was filled so he went to Canada instead.
He got a job in Canada, married a woman, my mother, who was from the Ukraine and raised a family near Winnipeg where I still live.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
FHTV/RV Tell Me A Story - 1
Tell Me A Story is a new series. They are first hand accounts of people who live in Far Horizon Trailer Village/RV Resort. There is not rhyme nor reason to theme subject matter.
Has lived in the village over 15 years
Part of my childhood I lived with my grandparents while mom was getting back on her feet. It was a difficult time and eventually my aunt suggested I come live with her for awhile. She did not live far away, just up the mountain a bit in a little log cabin. I lived with her for about one year.
That year I learned how to milk cows, churn butter, make cottage cheese, and skim the cream off the top of the raw milk. I did not like milking the cows at first but I eventually became very good at it.
The most interesting thing I learned was how to keep a dirt floor clean. Yes, the log cabin did have a dirt floor and once a week we would sprinkle water over it and then sweep it with a broom very lightly. Over time it developed the consistency of cement and then we just had to sweep it every day. It was as hard as a rock.
I stayed with my aunt for about a year then went back to my grandparents house and worked on the farm. I was no older than eleven at the time. Grandpa was a hard task master. He gave each one of us, my brothers and sisters, a specific job to do during planting and harvesting season, we sort of specialized you might say. My speciality was digging the holes for the potato spuds and picking and sorting by size the tomatoes. I did this until I was about 14 or so.
It wasn't too long after that that mom got a job with GE and all of us kids and mom were together. The boys had grown older and had moved out by then but I did have two younger sisters. Mom would catch the bus on an old county gravel road early each morning go to work and would not be back until very late. It was up to me to get the girls up, feed them breakfast and get them off to school and have dinner ready for them when they got home making sure there was enough food for mom.
When I reached the eighth grade I quit school and started cleaning house in the area for fifty cents and hour. I did this until I got married and I am still cleaning houses it seems, but not for fifty cents and hour.
Has lived in the village over 15 years
Part of my childhood I lived with my grandparents while mom was getting back on her feet. It was a difficult time and eventually my aunt suggested I come live with her for awhile. She did not live far away, just up the mountain a bit in a little log cabin. I lived with her for about one year.
That year I learned how to milk cows, churn butter, make cottage cheese, and skim the cream off the top of the raw milk. I did not like milking the cows at first but I eventually became very good at it.
The most interesting thing I learned was how to keep a dirt floor clean. Yes, the log cabin did have a dirt floor and once a week we would sprinkle water over it and then sweep it with a broom very lightly. Over time it developed the consistency of cement and then we just had to sweep it every day. It was as hard as a rock.
I stayed with my aunt for about a year then went back to my grandparents house and worked on the farm. I was no older than eleven at the time. Grandpa was a hard task master. He gave each one of us, my brothers and sisters, a specific job to do during planting and harvesting season, we sort of specialized you might say. My speciality was digging the holes for the potato spuds and picking and sorting by size the tomatoes. I did this until I was about 14 or so.
It wasn't too long after that that mom got a job with GE and all of us kids and mom were together. The boys had grown older and had moved out by then but I did have two younger sisters. Mom would catch the bus on an old county gravel road early each morning go to work and would not be back until very late. It was up to me to get the girls up, feed them breakfast and get them off to school and have dinner ready for them when they got home making sure there was enough food for mom.
When I reached the eighth grade I quit school and started cleaning house in the area for fifty cents and hour. I did this until I got married and I am still cleaning houses it seems, but not for fifty cents and hour.
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