tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post6377044003916258436..comments2024-03-25T12:21:56.752-05:00Comments on Sweethearts Of The West: A WEST TEXAS GIRL GROWS UPCaroline Clemmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14914658854159456335noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-29822183252384816912014-09-09T14:49:50.047-05:002014-09-09T14:49:50.047-05:00Steph--I didn't "go back" to college...Steph--I didn't "go back" to college at age 27--I'd never been! I never expected to go. But as I've said, the 60s exploded and Americans began changing. Several young women my age in town thought they'd go to college. I decided to also, after "asking" my husband. Yes, I did. And guess what? He asked my mother if he should "let" me go to college! Oh, boy did all of us have a lot to learn. But baby, look at us now. <br />Thanks for visiting.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-37091634441069047052014-09-09T14:46:22.341-05:002014-09-09T14:46:22.341-05:00Tanya--you know the sixties explosion was blamed o...Tanya--you know the sixties explosion was blamed on the H-bomb, Elvis, and Marilyn Monroe. True...I have read such articles. American's cradle tipped over and upset everything and everyone. America had been asleep. At the risk of politicking, our country is asleep once again, too absorbed in things and being politically correct. That's why the young people of the sixties were ready to embrace anything...waking up America.<br />I'm glad you got to tour parts of the Hill Country. We have not been on any wine tour, but have tried a few Texas wines, and found we really like St. Genevieve--from a winery west of here a long distance. We've seen it from I-10 driving west.<br />I love learning about each other. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-47586396420005296962014-09-09T14:38:13.410-05:002014-09-09T14:38:13.410-05:00Thank you, cousin Caroline! Yes, we do have simila...Thank you, cousin Caroline! Yes, we do have similar lives. Thanks for coming by!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-58877497135940797892014-09-09T13:49:23.720-05:002014-09-09T13:49:23.720-05:00Celia,
Thank you so much for sharing your pictures...Celia,<br />Thank you so much for sharing your pictures. I definately see a lot of your dad in you. What experiences you've had. What adventure to go back to collage at 27. :)<br /><br />An absolutely delightful post! <br />Smiles<br />StephStephanie Burkhart https://www.blogger.com/profile/16952130018587727063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-51756552838595053472014-09-09T11:57:27.371-05:002014-09-09T11:57:27.371-05:00What a fascinating life story, Celia. I scent lots...What a fascinating life story, Celia. I scent lots of stories coming out of it! Great pix, too. You'll have to regale us with pictures of your travels some time soon!<br /><br />The fifties sound ideal looking back, but I've been watching a series on the Sixties. So much I was too little to remember. Back then, a single woman couldn't open her own checking account, and birth control was, get this, illegal. Any kind of it. I kinda like progress. Okay, off that soapbox LOL. I'm glad my daughter could grow up to be anything she wants. <br /><br />I visited the Hill Country during the TWRP retreat not long ago. I see why you love it! Have you been on the Bluebonnet Wine Trail? I brought some Hill Country wine back home, mmmmm.<br /><br />Good to be to know you better, my friend. xoTanya Hansonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08580821680629254085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-15425221362649386122014-09-09T09:32:32.518-05:002014-09-09T09:32:32.518-05:00Celia, dear cousin, our lives started out similar....Celia, dear cousin, our lives started out similar. Loved learning a bit more about you and Jim.Caroline Clemmonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14914658854159456335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-2210068409754957382014-09-09T09:19:36.391-05:002014-09-09T09:19:36.391-05:00Hi, Lyn--you're not late--thanks so much for m...Hi, Lyn--you're not late--thanks so much for making time to pop in. Yes, we did have a good time. I never remember anything bad happening to us. I'm sure my mother would have many stories, but she never, ever, talked about those years.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-64699258407328845392014-09-09T09:19:26.887-05:002014-09-09T09:19:26.887-05:00Hi, Lyn--you're not late--thanks so much for m...Hi, Lyn--you're not late--thanks so much for making time to pop in. Yes, we did have a good time. I never remember anything bad happening to us. I'm sure my mother would have many stories, but she never, ever, talked about those years.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-619791084900092642014-09-09T09:17:34.096-05:002014-09-09T09:17:34.096-05:00Jacquie--you know...children don't see their s...Jacquie--you know...children don't see their surroundings. They only see their parents and siblings. I remember the motel rooms, and my mother would open up her sewing machine, spread fabric on the bedspread, lay the pattern pieces on and anchor those with anything on hand, and cut. As she made our little dresses and play suits, we played with the spools, the scraps, and our dolls. See? I thought everyone live like this. Since we didn't have a kitchen, she walk with us down to a small grocer and buy cheddar cheese, saltines, and apples, and we'd take those back to the room. At night, the five of us ate in cafes because Daddy got an expense account for this. I thought we were rich!<br />The person who was damaged by all this was my mother. She did fine through all of it, but later in life she recalled those years with some bitterness.<br />But I loved my parents and were very proud of them. I was especially proud that my mother was pretty and when she dressed up, people looked.<br />Thanks for reading.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-91237746573938544882014-09-08T23:03:33.627-05:002014-09-08T23:03:33.627-05:00Celia, I'm late, but better late than never. W...Celia, I'm late, but better late than never. What a wonderful look at your life! Cute pictures of you as a youngster. sounds like you enjoyed yourself back then despite all the moves. Your parents also sound terrific. Thanks for sharing your memories with us.Lyn Hornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05596495172490672271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-41421110062370629792014-09-08T22:13:08.843-05:002014-09-08T22:13:08.843-05:00Celia, it's so interesting that for years your...Celia, it's so interesting that for years your family was transient, yet your parents always gave you the sense of stability. They must have been amazing people, as are you.Jacquie Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361793932364487636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-38232299672969353442014-09-08T19:52:05.503-05:002014-09-08T19:52:05.503-05:00Ashley--thanks. My husband and I were able to take...Ashley--thanks. My husband and I were able to take early retirement, and we decided to see the wonders of Europe--once. That one tour turned into four more, and then we turned to Mexico--four trips, Canada-four trips, and then the US--four trips, and then cruises--four. At our ages, we'd seen the grandeur of Europe, etc. but neither of us had seen the Grand Canyon, or the Redwood forests in California, or Alaska, or the Biltmore...and on and on. We loved seeing America, we love to remember what we saw. Yes, we did everything in "fours."<br />Thanks for your kind words.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-83830445853821617242014-09-08T19:46:02.768-05:002014-09-08T19:46:02.768-05:00Kirsten--you are so right. Our daddies really did ...Kirsten--you are so right. Our daddies really did carry the weight. Mother, though, kept us pretty, and in new clothes, and in church. Daddy worked and made the money, and he was the one who told me I was beautiful and I was smart. While I really was neither, I did think so..therefore, I acted that out. See how much influence a parent can have on a child.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-44458201772126540192014-09-08T19:43:30.551-05:002014-09-08T19:43:30.551-05:00Cheryl--there you are! I love seeing your face and...Cheryl--there you are! I love seeing your face and knowing you've commented. Thanks bunches!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-91060208894871210042014-09-08T19:42:28.096-05:002014-09-08T19:42:28.096-05:00Kristy--I think you're the first person I'...Kristy--I think you're the first person I've known who knew anything about private boarding schools. SMA was wonderful..I spent some of the best years of my life teaching there.<br />Thanks!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-67643606323471753552014-09-08T19:41:13.211-05:002014-09-08T19:41:13.211-05:00Rain...what a nice thing to say. Thanks so very mu...Rain...what a nice thing to say. Thanks so very much.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-9929703816025132782014-09-08T19:40:41.977-05:002014-09-08T19:40:41.977-05:00Thank you, JoAnne.Thank you, JoAnne.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-11891773177948287242014-09-08T19:40:18.057-05:002014-09-08T19:40:18.057-05:00Paisley--you remember Tonis?
Going to college at a...Paisley--you remember Tonis?<br />Going to college at age 27 was the most difficult thing I've done in my life. Other times were hard, maybe..but those four years almost killed me. On a regular basis, I weigh about 125...during those years, I got down to 110 and was sick by the time I finished. But I'm hard-headed and would not stop.<br />Thanks for your comment. I loved it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-503235168490841912014-09-08T19:37:07.376-05:002014-09-08T19:37:07.376-05:00Kathleen--yes, well, anyone who was a grown woman ...Kathleen--yes, well, anyone who was a grown woman and wore a 32 AA didn't exactly have sex appeal. But I guess I had enough.<br />Yes, as we traveled around West Texas with all our worldly goods in the trunk of that 1940 Ford, somehow our mother and daddy made us feel safe and good. Mother had a Singer Single-Stich Featherweight machine that packed into a carry case, and she spent her days in those dreary motel rooms, etc. sewing pretty dresses for us. Honest to God? I though we were rich and I thought I was beautiful!! Now, that's good parents for you.<br />Ahhh, I'm glad you liked my reunion photo. Jim is much thinner than this photo shows--6'1" and 170 pounds. <br />Thanks, my friend.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-89027981029269434422014-09-08T19:30:51.835-05:002014-09-08T19:30:51.835-05:00Maggie--I never heard that taunt about being a sma...Maggie--I never heard that taunt about being a smart aleck! Usually, other kids said I was sarcastic, and I did have a way about that. I did it because it gave me attention and it made others laugh. Weird, huh? When I began teaching high school students, I had to really watch what I said. Teenagers take things seriously...enough said.<br />Thanks so much for commenting. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-74843104871667313412014-09-08T19:27:52.672-05:002014-09-08T19:27:52.672-05:00Celia, Your story should be a movie. Your parents ...Celia, Your story should be a movie. Your parents look so sweet, as do you in all the photos...even the smart-alec pose. I was not aware what a world traveler you are. Fascinating life, and I am honored to know you. You are quite the inspiration about what a woman can accomplish. ((Hugs))Ashley Kath-Bilskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14073164133698225798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-63677939224699352142014-09-08T19:27:48.165-05:002014-09-08T19:27:48.165-05:00Sarah--you know my older sister is Sarah, don'...Sarah--you know my older sister is Sarah, don't you? Six years older, while I was only 16 months older than my little sister. Our older sister became almost like an aunt--Mother turned us over to her many times, saying, Look after your sisters. I learned late in life that she resented that. It taught me to pay attention to the rankings of siblings in a family.<br />My no nonsense approach to life? I don't know. Maybe I was born with it, for my mother, no matter how good she was, longed to live in California where all her brothers and sisters lived, but Daddy said--No, we will stay in Texas. So, she had a dreamy side to her, a wish to be someone else, while all the time acting out the role of the perfect mother. And she was.<br />Sometimes I've wished she could have live out there with her 7 siblings. Daddy would not hear of it.<br />TEXAS DREAMER is the last of the Texas books. I cannot explain it--there are many more characters in my genealogy chart, so one day I might begin another series about the "Deleons of Texas." After all, Texas is not made up of all Caucasians...so many are Mexican/Spanish descendants ..not "Hispanics" which is a modern term we've applied to include all those from <br />Central America.<br />Oh, I love your comments. I read yours twice before I begin to answer. Thanks!!!!<br /> <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-26871676824973316272014-09-08T19:16:44.171-05:002014-09-08T19:16:44.171-05:00Linda--I can't imagine my life right now witho...Linda--I can't imagine my life right now without you in it every day...be it through cyberspace, I truly have no other friend that I communicate with EVERY DAY. This in itself is astounding, that you and I can help and entertain each other every day.<br />Thanks for coming by...I do love it.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-38788411680327934942014-09-08T10:58:01.233-05:002014-09-08T10:58:01.233-05:00Celia,
I loved reading your post. Not only are yo...Celia,<br /><br />I loved reading your post. Not only are your fiction stories full of heart and history, so is your life. Your family pictures are wonderful. Poor daddies, they carry the weight of the world, don't they? <br /><br />Kirsten Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05720732595156726142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-46731761147489185442014-09-08T10:43:09.666-05:002014-09-08T10:43:09.666-05:00Celia, I loved seeing these pictures of your famil...Celia, I loved seeing these pictures of your family and you! (I'm a picture nut.) It's always fun to learn more about our online friends--I feel like if we met in person we'd just sit down and take off talking like we did it every time we saw each other. LOL <br />CherylCheryl Piersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18116526340220274282noreply@blogger.com